The light from one of the lampposts on the street outside washed over them both. She found herself staring in Antonin's eyes truly for the first time since she arrived. There had been fear before. She didn't want to see what she'd done when she ran. His right eye was perfect. No hint that he'd once had a fork shoved in it courtesy of his mad wife. A desire to reach out and touch his face was quickly squashed. He might get the wrong impression if she tried.