Suddenly, violently aware of her state of undress Evelyn folds her arms tighter over her chest, grateful she'd chosen to wear a nightgown with some amount of substance. Her toes are numb, her hair spilling chilly ringlets over bare shoulders. Showing up in a stranger's bedroom in the middle of the night was not only unanticipated but unheard of - one doesn't burst rantum scantum into the chambers of a fellow resident without prior familiarity, at least.
Which is perhaps the crux of this argument: she does recognise the young man, even in shadowed light, even in the dark. A face Evelyn is certain she hasn't seen in years, and one she doubts would take well to her knowing his name.
"N-No, I...I must have been..."
Evelyn trails off, staring through him glassily for a moment.
Another long wall, covered in bright colors and chronicling the rise of Seti.
"...I'm so sorry, this...I must have been walki- sleep walking. I didn't mean to-" Flushed and disoriented she presses a palm over her mouth. "...I'm sorry."
it was so long ago but she once chewed him out for being rude and u don't forget that
Which is perhaps the crux of this argument: she does recognise the young man, even in shadowed light, even in the dark. A face Evelyn is certain she hasn't seen in years, and one she doubts would take well to her knowing his name.
"N-No, I...I must have been..."
Evelyn trails off, staring through him glassily for a moment.
"...I'm so sorry, this...I must have been walki- sleep walking. I didn't mean to-" Flushed and disoriented she presses a palm over her mouth. "...I'm sorry."