[i]He is sitting on my bed.[/i] that was all Emilia could think about as she searched for the candles. She glanced back and could clearly see him, bathed in moonlight and sitting on her bad, his face unfortunately in the shadows. She would have really liked to see his ecpression. Her hands hit something waxy and when she grabbed it a vanilly scent wafted up. Yep, that was her candle. And now she remembered that it was her only one, the others had been so burnt down, she had thrown them out some time ago. She grabbed back inside, feeling for the matches she always put beside the candles, since she didn't use them for anything else anyway. The she got up and walked over to the bed, Lanns phone lighting away and still warm from his body temperature. Not that she was thinking about his body or his temperature. 

Emilia stepped into the moonlight and stopped in front of him as he asked: "Are you... Patching it up in your room? Or should we go downstairs?" he asked and she realized she had left all the medical supplies she had gathered in the bathroom downstairs. She put the candle on the bed, holding a finger up at him. "Wait a second, I'll get the things from the bathroom." and before he could say anything, she turned around, mildly hurrying out of her room, down the stairs and into the bathroom, as fast as the phones torchlight would allow her. It didn't take long and she was enterin her room again, placing the things she brought on the bed beside Lann as well, then went to grab a chair, pulling it in front of him and sitting down, so close, their knees were bumping together. Realizing she had to light the candle, she got up again, pulling her small, mostly empty bedside table towards them, placing the lamp and alarmclock on top of it away, and instead arranging the candle and medical supplies on it. She sat back down, reaching out and lighting the candle, illuminating both their faces besides the moonlight.

Emilia smiled at him, knees bumping together, him sitting on her bed, in her room, in her house, she blushed, hoping he wouldn't see it in the semi-darkness. She was a little nervous, but told herself there was no reason to anticipate anything. She trusted him and was sure he wasn't the type to force himself on anyone. [i]How can you be so sure? You just met him this morning, for gods sake![/i] strangely that voice sounded a lot like her father's. She scowled, hoping he wouldn't be home anytime soon. [i]Not[/i] for that reason. No. But he'd freak if he found her alone with a guy he didn't know and her unable to say more that just having met him that day, though feeling like having known him so much longer.

Shaking off those thoughts, she reached out for his hands, holding them over her knees and leaning forwards, into him, to get a closer look. Enjoying the smell of him, just a little. "Let's see.." she murmured, starting her inspection.