Eva looked at the boy as he appeared in front of her, like if he was responding to her calling. She gazed at him and made a small smile.
"Thanks..." she said as she looked to what he had brought. "Really, I'm okay. You didn't have to..." she cut off her own sentence to clean up her lip. She did it very careful, seeing it was still bleeding a little, but trying not to look at the tissue covered in blood. It wasn't the smell, nor the amoung of blood, it was just the sight of it that made her sick.
"I'm sorry. Just give me a minute, and I'll be fine." she told him, grateful his actions, but still too ashamed to behave otherwise.