The elven princess flushed in a mixture of embarrassment and mild annoyance, knowing that his words were true, to a degree. She was definitely enraptured by him and he was a drifter now. However, she still had her maidenhood and was no peasant. She felt embarrassed about her feelings for him, knowing how naive she was to have thought that he might actually return them. It was obvious that he had only seen her as a job when he had been assigned to protect her. Maybe she should just give up and head home. But no, she didn't want to go home. She didn't want to marry that creep that her father was forcing her to marry. Truthfully, she had never met the man and he was said to be charming and handsome, but she didn't know him and so, she didn't love him or want to be wed to him. Still, there was no going back. She had forced herself upon Cromwell and told him that she would prove herself to him and his men.<br/><br/>What kind of impression would that leave if she were to give up and head home? She didn't want to be seen as someone who could not be counted on and was wishy-washy. Still, she still felt deeply for him and wanted to prove herself to him and maybe, just maybe, earn his affections. She knew better than to get her hopes up, though. She didn't respond to him, instead mulling over his words and losing herself in her thoughts as her body seemed to move as if on autopilot. She followed him to the clearing and tore herself from her thoughts, olive green gaze landing on the injured deer and her heart went out to it. She was a sheltered, soft princess, but she knew that death was part of life. Not to mention, the deer would give them nourishment.<br/><br/>She frowned as he spoke, moving to stand by his side so that she could watch. She hid her grimace, forcing herself to not look away as he began to skin the beast. As squeamish as she was about the sight, she was determined to soak in what he was teaching. After all, one day she would have to kill a deer and skin it. She was silent as she watched and when he finished, she was relieved. Still, she had absorbed what he had shown her and was confident that with practice, she could skin a deer like he could. Maybe not as perfectly as him, but still. She glanced up at the sky, noting the position of the sun. "It's getting late. Should we head back to camp?"