Evelin let out a relieved sigh, glad her savior would be alright. She would have felt terrible had anything awful befallen him because of her. When the lights turned on, a blinding and harsh change on the woman’s eyes, she screwed her eyes shut only to blink several times to adjust. At least he had warned her of the sudden change, for that she was grateful. 


Now that the lights were on Evelin could finally get a clear visual on the room she was sitting in. The items around her almost made her gasp. Everything looked like it belonged in a museum, not a little shop, yet everything she saw entranced her wandering eyes. Her body pulled itself off the floor, shakily standing. It seemed that fall, the one she took when she entered, was harder than she thought and her knees ached from the impact. 


“I’m alive, that’s what matters. A few scrapes and bruises but that’s really it.” She replies, slowly walking over to look at a particular set of dusty tomes. The woman scans the titles, catching a few familiar phrases in what could be Latin, her eyes glistening with interest.  


Evelin allowed herself to turn, taking the movement slower than usual due to the throbbing in her knees. She continued looking through piles of books, not daring to touch them though. They were definitely old, she didn’t want to damage them. Then a sudden thought hit her like a brick. She had never given Samuel her name. Suddenly she felt like an idiot, a very rude one at that. 


“I believe I never introduced myself… My name is Evelin Richards. Thank you for saving me, again.” She chimes, having turned to the man looking sheepishly down at her feet. A blush dusted her cheeks, leaving them pink from embarrassment. Then, finally, she glanced upward and realized he had been inspecting his ‘ruined’ coat. Sea-foam eyes took in the damage and when she noticed just how long the scratches were she paled. With wounds like that how could he be ‘fine’? Trying to push that aside though she tried to think of ways to fix it, her grandmother had insisted she pick up sewing so maybe it would be redeemable. “If you want I could try to fix it, the stains would be a little difficult but if I work fast I could probably still get them out. It’s the least I could do.” She chimes, taking a slow step toward Samuel.