Sighing heavily Eirlys sat back against the couch sipping her hot chocolate, watching Xavier take care of his daughter. It was nice that he was had thought to bring stuff along with him but it also made her think a little. In the back of her mind something told her that he wasnâ€™t just out here stranded from a broken down vehicle. She remembered that years ago her mother use to work with a therapy group, where all sorts of people gathered, so she has seen different situations Having been younger then she didnâ€™t really understand much, but she still remembered some of the people in that group; one in particular had been on the run. Oddly enough there were similar signs with this man that were leading her to believe he was on the run from something. She didnâ€™t want to jump to conclusions, and it really wasnâ€™t her place to say anything, so she just kept her mouth shut.<br/><br/>Still she couldnâ€™t help but be a little wary herself.<br/><br/>When Xavier spoke again, Eirlys took her attention off the baby and looked him in the eye, â€œI donâ€™t know why you keep thanking me. Iâ€™ve told you before that you donâ€™t have to mention it. My house is your house so long as you donâ€™t turn around and reveal yourself to be some psychotic serial killer.â€ She waved him off with a bit of a sigh. â€œJust focus on getting warmed up and taking care of your daughter.â€ Still in the back of her mind there was something that was telling her he was on the run. If he was then he was definitely travelling light, though usually people on the run did travel light, she would know all about that. When she left home she took nothing but her car and the clothes on her back looking for a fresh start. It had been tough at first but eventually she got on her feet and then got to where she was now.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™ll be making something to eat soon if youâ€™re hungry. I donâ€™t have much but throw out a request and Iâ€™ll see what I can do.â€ Eirlys eyed him up again, not only was she simply admiring his good looks again, noting how wary he was. Somehow she was amused by the wariness but at the same time didnâ€™t blame him. For all Xavier knew Eirlys could be the one who was the crazy serial killer. Or was she, who knew? She might very well suddenly throw him down in her cellar and then disembowel his poor baby right before his eyes before she slowly tortured him to death. Luckily for him she was not like that at all, there wasnâ€™t anything insane about her at first glance in all honesty; she would simply treat him as a guest in her fine establishment and nothing more. With those thoughts in mind the worse she had was a sick sense of humor.<br/><br/>With a yawn and a stretch she stood from the couch, ready to head into the kitchen, looking over her shoulder at Xavier. If he wasnâ€™t hungry then she would just make something for herself.