EVIE
there ain't no doubt in no ones mind
Evie's grin is a faint thing from where it emerges over their knuckles, but she'd rather try and smile than give into the despair the Family so easily sows. "They're not from around here, of course they're poor guests. Decorum isn't their thing." Like a feral cat bringing dead rats to their doorstep and expecting praise. If only the Family were half as harmless as an angry alley-cat. She keeps their hands threaded as long as she can, dropping her robe and stepping into the tub with a mindless hum of appreciation for the perfect temperature that immediately swells to embrace her. Taking up her normal side of the tub, she hangs one arm halfway over the edge and props her chin onto her folded elbow to watch Deimos as he undresses.
"Do you think that will just invite them to attack a space where there will be more bystanders?" And would that not put far more blood on their hands? Gods, but they had been the only cure for any of the infected. And the infected had so far largely included demigods, who can wreak just as much if not more havoc and bloodshed on their own might. It makes her think of the infirmary easily enough, for what it's worth. "I think I needed them more than they needed me. It wasn't too busy - mostly hunting injuries." Reckless young newbies trying to impress their families, hunters who startled the wrong prey, even the simplest of twisted ankles from Halovians vying to see the sun and the first motions of spring not giving their feet enough care.
that love's the finest thing around
