She leaned into his touch, just a little, a sudden and urgent need to be close to him after all that had happened burrowing in her chest.  If it were not for the blood staining her shirt and the skin beneath it, she might have just stayed with him. Relaxation would be near impossible, but getting cleaned up sounded like a good idea.  Eve turned her face slightly and kissed the side of his palm, before she turned.  “The ritual room is down there, to the right.  It should have anything you might need.  I’ll be down the opposite hall, last room on the right.”   She said before she left him to his work.<br/><br/>She left the bag she had packed at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom and headed into the adjacent bathroom.  Evelyn carefully took her clothing off and turned on the faucet of the shower, waiting until the water was nearly too hot before entering the stream.  The water ran a soft pink as it went over her body and down the drain and she slowly used a wash cloth to clean the area around her wound.  Eve also gently washed her hair, closing her eyes and letting the warm water soothe her aching mind and body.  She enjoyed it for a few more minutes and then she exited the shower, toweled of and threw on a loose t-shirt and skinny jeans she had packed.  She padded down the hallway barefoot, seeking the room she had directed him too.<br/><br/>“How goes the tracking?”  She began, but Eve quickly realized that was not truly the question she wanted to ask Casey.<br/><br/>“Are you...Are you okay?  I mean, you buried your father today and then...I know we keep saying this is new, but they could have killed me today or killed you, and I just.  I don’t want to lose you or to have you lose me.  I was terrified when I heard the gunfire over the phone and all i could think was...I just never really had a chance to tell you that I feel the same as you do.  That I love you, Casey Murphy...”. She finally made herself say the words.  She just hoped he believed them and didn’t think they were a result of today’s trauma.