Urudal grinned at Ilion’s laughter.  It was like music to his ears and he liked the sound of it.<br/><br/>Urudal had noticed that Ilion was staring and it didn’t seem like a show he was putting on.  Maybe he did have genuine interest?   He shook his head to dismiss the thought, then decided to change the subject. “Agreed.  We can swim more soon.  Tonight, I can sleep outside.. under stars. Unless you want me on Sidriel?” Urudal started backing away toward shore. Hmm.. nothing to dry off with.  They could lay in the sun and air dry, but he knew he would struggle to keep his hands off Ilion.<br/><br/>“Oh! What does your med kit have?  Does face need to be Patched?”  He gestured to his features.   “My leg needs binding. No ...” he made a sewing gesture with a hand.  “Lucky. Strong.”