"Then I guess it's good I packed your underwear."  She said as a small chuckle came from her lips.  Eve faced him and for a moment she was caught slightly off guard.  He had always been handsome, she was just never allowed to admit that fact to herself when their families were raging in a social war against one another.  Today, they had survived a near-death experience together, so perhaps all her attempts at being ladylike and polite were overdraw.<br/><br/>She stepped toward him and began to look at the place where the Rachlings had nicked his arm.  The wound looked at is if it was healing well enough, in a few days he would have nothing more than a small patch of discolored skin that would probably fade in time.  Her eyes drifted from the wound she tended to and moved over the other scars along his body.  Her hand seemed to move of its own accord, fingers brushing over the scar he had gotten from the werewolf.  His skin was warm and slightly damp under her fingers, but it felt nice all the same.<br/><br/>"Fresca for me.  And I won't burden you with the complexities of women's socks or fashion."  She replied, smiling coyly up at him.  "It's sore, but I concentrated a little bit of my will on it in the shower and the car, so it won't like, tear open or start bleeding again.  I should be fine in a day or two."  Her hand found its way back over to his wound and she began to gently work her magic there, so he would be at a similar point in his healing.  Somehow she knew he was not going to be content to sit idly by if the DMS didn't manage to catch Matthias and his accomplice tonight.<br/><br/>"I know you were scared for me, but I think that's sort of what we signed up for, Case.  Neither of us is alone in our lives, and yes, I probably shouldn't have barrelled up the stairs like Rambo, but I didn't...I didn't want to lose you.  I wanted to make sure you were okay."