(OOC: Sorry for the delay! @___@;;)

Elywen was surprised at how dusty the church had gotten while she was away. It had only been roughly 4 months, maybe more, since she had last visited. The church had been her old home before she decided to move out into a place that was closer to the market. It had been abandoned for several years and no one bothered to maintain it, much like the other buildings in the city. It was left to rot, even by the priests long ago who worshipped the gods enshrined here. Perhaps because this was one of the buildings that were used to house scrolls of the runes that were banned years earlier. Elywen waved the air, attempting to make way for some breath of air without inhaling the thick sludge of dust, and turned to the two as they entered the church. "No one should suspect that we're here... At least I hope so..." Her eyes began to wander the abandoned church, recollecting all the paintings and carvings that once stood proudly on the walls. They were all faded now, forgotten, and maybe that was a good thing.

"Hey, what the fuck is with you? Why are you such a creep?" Elywen turned sharply to the two. They weren't going to go at it again were they? Now was hardly the time to continue fighting, especially since all three of them had become targets for the agents. She didn't resent the fact that she had acted so negatively toward En, he had deserved it, but if they ever needed some kind of cooperation, it was now. Much to her relief, Victor seemed to reconcile, drawing away from the breaking point. "I owe you both my life. Thank you. My name is...Victor."

A smile spread across Elywen's weary face and she seated herself down on a pew in front of Victor. She had gotten tired of not knowing what to call him. "I'm Elywen... I wish we could have introduced ourselves under more favorable conditions..." She sighed, resting her chin on the back of the pew. Her entire body seemed to ache with exhaustion, even though they hadn't exactly exerted a lot of energy while running from the agents.

"Hmph. It's En." Elywen turned her eyes up to the frail boy, a frown replacing her smile. He could have at least looked at them in the face when he introduced himself! "Or whatever it is you want to call me. Creep has a nice ring to it, if you prefer." En's comment only seemed to deepen Elywen's frown, but she refrained from shouting at him in return. She was just too tired.

She turned her eyes back to Victor, the bloodstain on his shirt reminding her of his wound, and she leapt to her feet. "We should really get that wound fixed up..." Her eyes quickly began to scan the dusty shelves that rested against the church walls. Some of them were empty, the scrolls of runes burned to ashes long ago. She searched her memory as she walked over to a cabinet. She remembered, while she had stayed here that she had picked up some scraps of fabric that she decided to stow away for later use. She threw the cabinet doors open and spotted the faded rags stuffed in the corner. "Well, I have these... but I don't know how we can get your wound cleaned..." She snatched these up, returning to where Victor and En were. She held out the rags and looked at Victor apologetically. "I'm not too good with medicine..."