Eva was only a little nervous about seeing Francis. Mostly, she was nervous that he would not be well enough to really see her and speak with her. But, knowing that he would be spending some time here one way or the other, she had stopped and bought him some new pastels. She figured Alvah or his father probably already brought his own, but there was something about a brand new art supplies. Like a new beginning, exactly what Francis had just gotten.
When she peeked around the doorframe to his room, she noticed his scribbling, and smiled softly to herself. She didn't think to immediately announce herself, so used to observing people as she was. Then, he looked up and she was found out. A startled look briefly flashed across her face and heat flushed her cheeks momentarily, but she quickly brushed it aside to enter his room.
"Hey Frankie," she said, smiling softly. She held her own sketchpad behind her back, with her pencils and her gift to him. She stood by his bed, uncertain about if she could sit on the edge without hurting him.