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Rob's eyes got wide, considering no one had really been kind to him. Slowly he sniffed the bread, licking it slowly, before finally tearing into it. He finished off the bread quickly, and started on the fruit. He downed a couple of oranges in almost seconds, draining half of the pitcher of water. He hadn't realized how truly hungry he was. Stopping he saw Evangeline watching him, "I'm sorry. I hadn't noticed how much I ate." He got to his knees and bowed. He couldn't break the habits he had instilled in him for 21 years.

Rob raised an eyebrow out of confusion. This woman gave her kindness and expected nothing back, offering one hand yet not arming the other. It made no sense. Even the Dreadhart's guest beat the life from his body, Lady Dreadhart even force other woman on him, beating him savagely with a bladed cat-o-ninetails on him if he resisted. "Why? Why save someone you don't know? Even if their life hangs in the balance?" It made no sense to him, having lived a life of brutality. "What do you gain from it? If you don't mind my asking." There was a catch somewhere, there had to be.

Looking at the clothes, Rob's eyes lit up. The clothes were amazing. Lacking in armor but he could fix that later. He didn't need armor but it had become a security blanket to him because of everything he'd been through. "How can I repay you?" He asked, stars in his eyes.

Taking the towel, he ran straight to the bath. As he stripped out of his tattered clothes, he threw them in a pile by the door. Suddenly as he settled into the hot water, he had only one fear as images of Lady Dreadhart flooded his head. 'Why can't I just enjoy this...? It's my first bath in a long time...'

Rob slowly slid down, hearing the flute. He could hear it's clear melody soothed his injured heart, opening one of the only happy memories he had. He could see his mother playing harp, teaching him to play his lute before she had died. Her crimson locks fell around her face, framing it perfectly, burning the memory into his mind.

Rob snapped out of the memories, splashing water in his face to hide the tears. Not of sadness, but joy, glad he could still remember his mother's face. "Yea I'm just... soaking the soreness away." It was partially true. He felt like he'd been beaten with a sack of bricks. "Could you come in here?" He blushing, figuring he should clarify, "Not in the tub I just need company. I never bathed alone..."

Rob nodded, "I'm sorry. I'm just not used to being alone or having so much space." He used one of the wash cloths to scrub his face, the cloth brown from weeks of dirt. He looked at the rag, ringing it out in the tub, "Sorry. I... The masters wife only let me bathe when she wanted... things..."