"Evelyn." The burned man replied. He did not lean on her as they passed through the streets, leaving the majority of he crowd behind to gawk at the flaming mansion. Rather, he mostly let her guide him, which was fortunate for the young woman, strong as she was, for this man was like iron. It practically would have taken a team of horses to lift him. 

Once inside the house, Mithias picked up that no one else lived with her, no husband, nor children. At last he was safe, at least until dawn. The calls of "vampire" outside caused him to furrow his brow. "Evelyn. Water, cloth. No medicine." Mithias began stripping his clothes. By god his skin was white. Perhaps it could have been the poor lighting or the fact he had lost so much blood... surely that was the reason. Using a tub, with Evelyn bringing him a few buckets of water, he rinsed his face, his arms, and everywhere that had been ulcerated and bloodied. The man never cried out or hesitated in his movements. He seemed to turn away from Evelyn in an attempt to spare her the sight of his raw flesh, but in reality, the skin was already beginning to heal. He covered his eyes with a soft cloth blindfold and leaned back, shirtless in a wooden chair when he was finished. Unfortunately, Mithias had no idea what kind of lighting this house had, except for feeling the soft heat of any candles that were close enough. He knew she would have questions.

His swords lay on the table, blades clean, and in his jacket, there was a small picture of a brown-haired woman. Mithias lay still in his chair, seemingly not aware of what the girl was looking at.

His voice abruptly broke the silence that had fallen as he was taking care of himself. "Thank you for rescuing me, Evelyn. I am Mithias." The man had a faint accent that indicated he was found out of town, perhaps not even English. It sounded German, if she was familiar with that. "You are not rude. You are very kind."