Evelyn quickly busied herself with making another plate of scrambled eggs using the small fire she'd been able to start in the kitchen, watching the flames dance beneath the pan. Fire.. It was such a remarkable thing. It brought warmth and safety in many cases. At the same time, however, it was incredibly dangerous, scolding to the touch with the ability to brutally kill. He had explained this to her, when noticing that she'd been watching the fire. She missed Him.. He'd become a good friend, but she knew that He couldn't always be with her. Not after He was in such danger of being killed by both demons and angels. "How hungry do you believe you are, Thaal?" Evelyn called into the next room, pulling herself out of her thoughts. "Should I make... A lot? Or just a little bit more?" She questioned him without peering into the living room, waiting instead for just a verbal answer. With his deep voice, she had little doubt that she'd be able to hear perfectly fine from where she was, anyways. "Oh. Do you want more water, too?" She added a moment later, realizing that after eating the eggs, he probably would be.