open to anyone who wishes to have their head bitten off.
Because it is in the middle of the day, the family (which does seem to grow daily, and not in the usual manner) are mostly out and about, on some errands or visiting with friends, or doing whatever it is they do with their infinite time. Lynet doesn't care, they could be off trying to invent a new kind of mousetrap for all she cares. The only thing that matters is that no one is at home in the little cottage in the woods, and she can sit on the edge of her bed (hers and Gaheris', though his side is cold now) in the dim, quiet house and cry without anyone knowing that the savage damsel is capable of tears.