Eve blinked. She was still a little taken aback when higher beings did things like that, but then again she was abnormally used to it. She slipped her arms into the sleeves, grateful. It smelled like...she couldn't explain it. Him, she guessed and food. Yet it smelled like everything and nothing at all.
She smiled a little, pausing in her steps. "Isn't serving what started this whole thing?" she asked, and by whole thing she meant what happened to him, and her, and the world.
Eve paused, biting her lip. "So where do we go from here? What now?" she asked, unsure. She'd never been so unsure of what she would do next, what bed she'd lay down in in order to close her eyes, what food she might try, what the future might hold. Freedom and will power sounded good in theory but one found that once the iron grip, one felt terribly naked and lonely.