Nyssa smiled softly as she knocked on Yrsa’s door, well aware that Yrsa hadn’t been adapting to the modern world very well. Today Nyssa had worn a simple white sweatshirt and dark blue jeans. Her brown hair was stylishly cut as she spoke knowing Yrsa would hear her. “Yrsa? May I come inside? It’s Nyssa.” Nyssa kept her voice low and soft as she waited for a response.