Patiently, Evelyn waited for the armor to remove itself, before pulling a chair over towards the couch. For a few moments she allowed their gaze to remain locked, until looking down to the small pail of warm water, then to Thaal's shirt. She could see that it was mainly internal damage if not but only due to the fact that the only wound seemed to be on the man's head- Where his helmet had apparently been shattered. "Are there any wounds beneath your clothes?" Evelyn questioned, lifting the wet rag from the pail of water after squeezing most of the liquid from it, then surprisingly tenderly using it to wipe away the blood from Thaal's brow and forehead, finding that the wound didn't seem to need stitches. Most likely, it was all from an archangel. Often times, their attacks managed to get through armor without piercing it in that mysterious manner. "You may call me Evelyn." She stated to him, always keeping her back straight. The only items on her that seemed out of place with what she'd merely been wearing before- The under clothes for the armor- was a silver necklace around her neck whose pendant was of a curled dragon, and thin silver bands around her right ankle, matching ones around her right wrist, both making soft, quiet sounds when hitting together during movement. "Do you need water?"