[Watching the fire quietly she listens to him continue, his voice low, his arm warm. Dan is encouraging because he knows her tendency to share, and is aware that he isn't prying - how could he, after everything? He knows her too well to press, and too well to be aware that she prefers to offer information regardless.

It is that trust that extends a hand again, and Evelyn turns her head just enough to look at him, smiling thinly.]

I wanted to find this lost city so- so very badly. I conscripted my brother, I bargained with a prison warden to release a man on death row who knew the location. I risked my own reputation searching for a myth that we ended up finding, but... [She chews her lip, almost hard enough to bleed.] You saw. I stole that book, I read from it, I brought this- this thing back from the dead and all the misery that came with him.