Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Her eyes flicker briefly at the sound of nearby footsteps echoing through her cracked door, as they do with each passerby. Always ready to set down her pen in case she is needed. Often times she is; various healers coming to report on patients she’d earmarked for personal updates on after aiding them in the Infirmary, guards updating on the gate status, even a few civilians and shop owners who knew her personally and desired her ear. She isn’t expecting Noah among them, admittedly, but as he enters she sets her pen down and sweeps a fallen crimson lock out of her face to better see him.
Evie has been worried for him admittedly, but their friendship was newly budded at best, and so she had done no more than whisper her concerns to Deimos in hopes it would go somewhere without overstepping. Talyson’s hatred of her had cautioned her to such things. “Of course not, I always have time for you Noah,” she assures, and pointedly shuts the patient file she’d been notating in. “Please, come sit. What can I do?” A question that seemingly hasn’t left her mouth in days. Standing, she motions him to the modest settee by the hearth, wanting to avoid the formality of a desk between them.
Evie has been worried for him admittedly, but their friendship was newly budded at best, and so she had done no more than whisper her concerns to Deimos in hopes it would go somewhere without overstepping. Talyson’s hatred of her had cautioned her to such things. “Of course not, I always have time for you Noah,” she assures, and pointedly shuts the patient file she’d been notating in. “Please, come sit. What can I do?” A question that seemingly hasn’t left her mouth in days. Standing, she motions him to the modest settee by the hearth, wanting to avoid the formality of a desk between them.
and the strength you still keep inside
