Evi’s eyes narrowed in concern for the woman, who seemed surprised to find her beside her bed. She looked, for the most part, okay. Her nose was healing, albeit not as straight as it had once been, and other bruises were turning from dark mottled colours into paler greens and yellows - a good sign of healing, Evi was coming to learn. She was by no means an expert on injuries and the healing process, but for what it was worth, at least the girl was conscious, which was far better than what Evi could say for her sister.

Still, Evi was one of the lucky ones, having come out of the riots with barely a few cuts and scrapes. This poor woman had been to hell and back, and had the injuries to prove it. Evi was sympathetic towards her, if not empathetic, because she could not truly grasp the trauma she had been through, having come of relatively lightly herself. Not that Evi hadn’t seen things that would be burnt into her mind until the end of days. It had been a terrible day, filled with enough violence to last anyone a life time.

Evi almost laughed when the woman asked if Evi needed anything. The mark of a good servant, Evi thought… even when she’s recuperating and convalescing in the Antonis home, she’s still considerate of her betters’ needs. That’s how Evi guessed at the woman’s status - she must be a member of the servile caste rather than nobility herself. It was sad, really. Instead Evi just smiled and shook her head in response. “You should not think of such things right now.” She said in response. “You are here to rest and recover. Think about yourself and what you need, that’s all I care about, that all I am here to check on.”

The girl reached across the table for a slice of melon, which she ate directly from her hand rather than placing it on her plate and cutting it up like her mother would usually insist was the way a proper lady should eat. Her mother wasn’t here though, and there was no one to chastise her, so she did as she pleased.

“I’m Evi, by the way, Marietta’s younger sister. I don’t think you and I have met..?” The unspoken question lingered between them. Evi liked putting names to faces, and she didn’t think she had ever met this woman before, and didn’t know her name. Or maybe they had met and Evi had forgotten, oh what an embarrassment that would be if that was the case. She hoped she was not that forgetful… even with a broken nose, the woman’s face hadn’t been disfigured that much so as to make her unrecognisable.

“Have the servants offered you the chance to bathe?” It was the same thing she had asked their other house guest. It probably wasn’t high up on the woman’s list of priorities, however Evi knew from experience that sometimes the best medicine was to feel clean and normal again, rather than stewing in one’s own filth. “I can have the servants bring in fresh hot water to your room for you to cleanse yourself if you are not feeling up for a trip to the baths…”