What am I

She threw a white towel over her head. She stinks. It's as normal as any knight should be at the end of a bloodbath. she sighed as she sat by the window. There was an unusual calmness on her face. But something inside her will not calm down. 

A light tapping on the door broke her out of her reverie. But she did not move at all. "Come in," The tall man in black robes scanned her room before entering. Now that she thought of it, were his eyes black or brown? It looked more something in between black and brown and somehow it bordered near black. "Lucien, what's the color of your eyes?" 

Lucien looked at Yllana. He was holding a bowl of cherries and a bottle of wine. It was all that the inn had in stock. The meat had been ransacked by the demons earlier. And there were only a few survivors who can help them at the valley. "This is all that they have. I'll be back with some meat."

"Lucien…your eyes,"