Evie
a princess with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel
Despite his insecurities, Peter's tentative manner of teasing only makes her smile blossom more, feeling oddly proud. If not of his budding confidence, but perhaps the fact that he feels comfortable enough to do so in her presence. In the past her presence has not always brought a sense of peace, or even friendship. She knows this now, more aware of the trauma she and Sam have inflicted on each other over the years. It's comforting to have a friend, one she feels she has to look after, one that makes her hold accountability for how she acts. Which is silly to feel after just a few words, but her mind is already active. "I think you're exactly right," she agrees with a dramatic bob of her head, gesturing out with her outermost arm at the vacant space beyond the shelving. "We are clearly the new rulers of the Athenuem, darling. And we are above all others." Her grin is foxlike, positively mischievous. If only they had some available items to throw at unsuspecting passerby. Though perhaps that's more her style than Peter's.
Her hands shake when she closes the book, but she manages to smile at him, to be grateful for the way he smoothly moves on from her stuttering moment of weakness. It's something she has found only an Outlander or a fellow Abandoned can do, and it helps still the birdlike beating of her heart. "Thanks," she says simply, though her lips twitch a little at how he says it so uncertainly. Shrugs a shoulder and strokes her fingers over the spine of the book. "I'm not sure if it actually helps, like, the efficacy of the magic. But I like to think it helps to know where I'm healing and what I'm doing." Running a hand through her hair she tilts her head at her companion. "What uh...do you have any other magic? Aside from the water?" Maybe he can give her some advice about her newly discovered 'gift' as Dante had called it.
