Evie brings a fragile brightness to Madame Velvetclaw’s stage, her high, lilting voice weaving through smoke and shadow like a hymn half-remembered. Patrons fall silent when she sings, as if some hidden thread in their souls had been tugged. When she's not working at Madame´s, she drifts to a quieter sanctuary, the Quelonius library, where tomes whisper of lost worlds. There, she reads by lamplight, trading spirited words with Dominic himself, daring even his iron-clad silences with the warmth of her questions.