Evelyn seemed timid, doubtful in her words. This was completely understandable given the circumstances of having a wounded stranger, a man, and a criminal at that, in her home. Her last words, however, implied something more. The woman was no fool, Mithias realized. This was a pity, as humans were generally so enjoyable to be around when they mistook him for one of their own. She did not yet however, have enough support for her conclusions. She wasn't convinced. Something kept her from believing the truth that lay right in front of her, a longing, a wish... a hope to no longer be alone. Mithias decided to let the charade go on, at least until she became brave enough to press a cross to his skin. "I would rest, if you would allow it, Evelyn. But, you may ask me your questions. It would take my mind off of my condition."