Begrudgingly Eilis nodded in agreement, knowing Arn was right about his quick recovery being suspicious. Also she had been careful not to give too much of her own energy which was still recovering.
As he took her chin and lifted her head up to meet his gaze she couldn't help cast her eyes down as a red tinge of a blush crept onto her cheeks. She tried to swallow her embarrasment away.
As the blush spread to tips of her ears she knew she had to say something.
"I'm sorry Arn...I wish I could be more helpful." She mumbled softly feeling awkward. She wasn't exactly used to men...when her blindness had struck her she had been comforted by the darkness in a sense. Can't worry over what one sees or looking at someone too long when you can't see.
But now that her sight was slowly returning she realized suddenly how close they actually were and for someone with hardly any male contact safe for her father and some nasty Battlemage, she suddenly had become very aware of Arn. Sure he still was quite a blur to her, but the tender touch from calloused hands, his muscled frame and his voice had all started to influence her mind. She might had been an innocent, but that didn't mean she was an idiot. 
She had read the more romantic works aswell, about starcrossed lovers and sacrifice and one particular little story that had been rather...'educational'. Truly the first time she had discovered it tucked away in some other thick tome. 
What that tome had been about she couldn't recall, but the smaller book had been very interesting and very instructive. She had been beetred when she had gotten to the more explicit part of the book. Sure they had been basic drawings, but one did not need much imagination in how the actual act went. The writer had been anonymous for good reason, Eilis thought, before drifting back to the man in front of her.
Her eyes flicked up and back down. 
She was quite sure he was smiling, hopefully he hadn't perceived her embarassment yet.
"I'm not much of a mystery...just unlucky...safe for meeting you." She said.
"Arn, where...where I am supposed to go?" She asked softly.