eve only hummed, at first at the first half of his comment. 'i'm sure they do. but somewhere, somewhere they must believe if they call out to Him. it was easy to forget if they were afforded no time for prayer. only believe if you truly wish to, dear. hahah, i hope i did not convert you unwillingly! she quickens her step, head craned to try and meet his gaze. fluttering excitement turned into leaping, jumping joy — her skin twitched to jump and if it weren't uncouth the morning woman absolutely would've.
but that was just it. rhadamanthus was a man of war, a man trodden by grief. eve was lucky to not have been a daughter born for battle. instead, she was reared carefully and lovingly, to be a follower. to know little of evil than a daughter who must face it head on through tooth and claw. but evil had found her anyways. quick as it came, her smile becomes tainted.

oh rhad. she chuckled softly and forgetting formalities. if i were a smart woman, i would not be here. sadness still lingered in her voice. the longer she stays, the longer she speaks and thinks, the more she wished that she had left her family on better terms. yes — she was more than grateful to have been found by this dark angel but she only wished it did not come at the cost of her mourning family.