At his touch, she didn’t so much as cringe, but she did seem surprised by the contact.  Oskar eyed her expectantly, for if he saw the slightest trace of disapproval in her lustrous blue eyes, he would remove his hand from where it currently rested.  Her words, however, dulled his senses where any further thought of appendage removal was concerned.<br/><br/>A small cave?  A fallen log?  Dig a quick burrow?  He began to wonder if she was having a private laugh at his expense.  But staring into her eyes while she spoke convinced him that she was completely serious.  Oskar saw no sign of amusement, nor was there any trace of the beginnings of a smirk.  Jane was by no means conversing rapidly, but the more she voiced her answers, the more he fell behind in retaining what she said.  While he focused on one tidbit, he continually failed to keep up with the next.<br/><br/>Sleep during the day?  Travel at night?  Pack?  Pack of what?  His head spun.  Answers to his questions now complete, her relaxed glance downward jolted Oskar into realizing his hand was still touching hers.  He slowly removed it, somewhat embarrassed.  “Sorry,” he muttered, smiling sheepishly.<br/><br/>Composure regained, he needed to know, and there was only one surefire way to quench his curiosity.  This time, however, he only had one question.  “What do you mean by pack?”