[Lirael is curled up at the head of her bed with a book-- what else is new? At the sudden sound of her window opening, though, she looks up in shock. At the sudden figure in the now-open window, she snaps the book shut and her shadow rears up threateningly over her-- or perhaps just protectively.]

What-- what do you want?

[It's a demand, but her voice is a little shaky.]