She didn't let her gaze linger for very long on his scarred torso, and after briefly looking it over shifted back to his face. His eyes looked so sad.. As if reading his mind, she began speaking again, her voice almost.. Softer than it had been before- Though it had already been quite gentle. "You will not die beneath my watch." Evelyn gave a weak breath with a small upturn of the corners of her lips in a weak smile. "You know, they say it's lucky to be under an angel's watch. I've never believed in luck." She stated this last bit rather bluntly, though the look of her eyes remained sad, and frowning, almost. War had changed everything, unfortunately. "I'm afraid there's not much more I can do to help you heal, aside from keeping you bed-ridden."