“I would love to, if it isn’t an intrusion. I feel like I barely know Baxter.” Penelope smiled, picking a few various plants from her stock and starting to grind them together into a poultice. The work of a medic never ended. “Although I believe your nephew might have different plans for later in the night.” She added, smirking slightly.<br/><br/>Connor finished his work with his catch quickly, approaching the roaring bonfire with a rack of boar ribs to cook. It was his finest catch all week, he’d make a celebration out of it. Perhaps invite someone to join him... his mind went immediately to Evelyn. Pretty thing, she was, seemed a fun way to spend a few hours. He hadn’t seen her in a few hours, but he had no doubt that she’d be back in camp by the time his prey was dinner.