"Twice?" asked Tisarwat, who had a seat and wasted no more time setting down some cups so that she could pour what she'd made in her flask before heading down to the shop. "Is your door prone to breaking?"

Twice in two years didn't seem like a lot, but if doors around here were prone to breaking, making that wasn't so bad. They all seemed sturdy enough to her, anyway, though now she couldn't help wondering if the doors had been slammed maybe a bit too hard or otherwise abused if Seivarden was feeling particularly irritated by something.