The priest was quick to fluster, Evie noted, biting her cheeks to keep from smiling. It was difficult for her to resist teasing people who were so easily affected, but she was holding up rather well for now. Instead of pushing the poor man further from his comfort zone to test his threshold, Evie was graciously smiling at him as he introduced himself, not a sliver of her mischievous inclinations showing. She really mustn’t break character, not when she had just begun to assimilate.
"It's a pleasure to finally be acquainted," Evie said to both men, as she handed over the waterskin to the Dark Mage. If her bare shoulder happened to brush gently against Tim as she did so, then it could only have been an accident. "My name is Genevieve, but please do call me Evie."
Evie gave both a subtle but lingering glance, in an attempt to glean information. She needed to find out how to act, which types of action would be most beneficial. The obviously bashful Tim would seem easy to win over. From experience, she learned that people like Tim would be more receptive of gentleness instead of a more aggressive show of attention. She watched as he instinctively casts his gaze downwards, and immediately took note to tiptoe around him. He was definitely one to befriend. Tim was the only dedicated healer she'd seen from this group, and she didn't want to scare him away. It meant she can't tease him as she pleases, and she resisted the urge to pout at the thought.
Talbot was harder to unwrap. Her initial observations led her to believe that he was that eternal optimist that liked to brighten up one's day. He played his music to lift spirits, after all. But Evie intuitively knew that there was more to him than that, and she also knew she wouldn't see this other side until they've escaped the confines of the desert.
"I've been meaning to ask—" Evie started, but immediately got distracted as she spotted a distant figure in the horizon, approaching the group slowly. Currently unarmed and very exposed, Evie took a few steps back and positioned herself strategically behind both men. She wasn't sure if this person was a Shepherd, but she sure as hell wasn't going to risk anything.
Evie pointed at the figure gradually nearing them. From here, she could make out his dark hair and heavy robes, both in stark contrast to the paleness of his skin. "Talbot, do you know who that is?"
"It's a pleasure to finally be acquainted," Evie said to both men, as she handed over the waterskin to the Dark Mage. If her bare shoulder happened to brush gently against Tim as she did so, then it could only have been an accident. "My name is Genevieve, but please do call me Evie."
Evie gave both a subtle but lingering glance, in an attempt to glean information. She needed to find out how to act, which types of action would be most beneficial. The obviously bashful Tim would seem easy to win over. From experience, she learned that people like Tim would be more receptive of gentleness instead of a more aggressive show of attention. She watched as he instinctively casts his gaze downwards, and immediately took note to tiptoe around him. He was definitely one to befriend. Tim was the only dedicated healer she'd seen from this group, and she didn't want to scare him away. It meant she can't tease him as she pleases, and she resisted the urge to pout at the thought.
Talbot was harder to unwrap. Her initial observations led her to believe that he was that eternal optimist that liked to brighten up one's day. He played his music to lift spirits, after all. But Evie intuitively knew that there was more to him than that, and she also knew she wouldn't see this other side until they've escaped the confines of the desert.
"I've been meaning to ask—" Evie started, but immediately got distracted as she spotted a distant figure in the horizon, approaching the group slowly. Currently unarmed and very exposed, Evie took a few steps back and positioned herself strategically behind both men. She wasn't sure if this person was a Shepherd, but she sure as hell wasn't going to risk anything.
Evie pointed at the figure gradually nearing them. From here, she could make out his dark hair and heavy robes, both in stark contrast to the paleness of his skin. "Talbot, do you know who that is?"