"Why are you here again?" the captive snarled.
Even if it had only been hours after breakfast, the room still had nothing to illuminate it but the flare from the melting candles of the candelabra. Yet Evelina could see him more clearly now, for the room was solemn, no interruptions. Her gaze trailed from the man's dark circles under his eyes, standing out more than their blueness. He had bruises on his cheek and a cut on his upper lip, these being his most protruding features. His stubble seemed thicker than when she last saw him, whilst a frown was stretching his lips.
The man was dirty, but his being was not a new sight for Evelina. She had encountered plenty of bruised beggars before, some once belonged in gangs but left alone to starve, and most of them she used to feed on.
"Food," Leila answered simply, motioning to the tray that Evelina was carrying. "You didn't eat this morning. I assume you would want one for lunch."
