Eva eyes glance down briefly at you before she looks down at her hand in her lap, the dim candle light dancing across the dark dusty room. She sits quietly on the long cold metal table as you carefully and methodically stitch her other hand back onto her wrist. Eva had accidentally bumped into a large book shelf after going on a trip with igor, dismembering her hand trying to stop it falling, leading her here to this current moment. She sheepishly glances back and forth, looking around the room as she tries to think of something to say. Eva opens her mouth before closing it again, sitting quietly before taking a deep breath.

Eva: “I’ll try make sure to clean up my mess winter,” she mumbles out, her voice soft and quiet.* “I… didn’t mean to bump into all the books.”

The candle light flickers over her ashamed and sympathetic expression, her heterochromia eyes avoiding your gaze.