Evander was terrified, even more than getting mugged in the alley. Harry was imposing and Evander knew he'd been in the wrong, sneaking around his place, and now he might have gotten Nell and Robin in trouble. And for that he felt worse than anything.
He didn't dare look up to Harry yet as he gathered his words. "They were only being nice to me. They helped me when I got hurt. It was my idea to sneak in here. Please don't hurt them for being nice." He had pulled away a little and his tunic had pulled down his shoulder a bit, the bruising still somewhat visible when his back had hit the side of the Theatre outside. But under those, and around them, were a trail of criss crossing not quite faded red marks. There were reasons he'd never changed clothes around Robin, or anyone else in a long time.
Evander tugged at his sleeve to pull it back up as Harry let him go, and he stood up, backing up against toward the wardrobe. "M-my name is Evander. Evander Rycroft. I can pay for staying here... I can get money. I don't know any Slater. I got hurt and snuck inside to get away. I didn't know anyone was here and then they found me," he said looking from Nell to Robin and back to Harry. "I know it was wrong to stay here for so long, even once I was better but I didn't know where else to go. I got lost and it was safe here."