Urudal smiled over at Ilion as he shook his head.  “I slept 5 hours.  It is more than enough.   Got bored.”   He sighed softly and looked down at his leg.   The barbarian was healing well, but he was sore from the traveling and hunting and of course all the climbing around in and out of his ship.   Urudal was in nothing more than something akin to boxers, but tighter and his leg wound was quite visible.  Though it was red, thankfully it did not appear to be infected.<br/><br/>“Want?” He asked as he motioned to the food which was ready to eat.	 “After eat, we should fix ship.   I will help best I can. Yes?”	Urudal’s mind kept jumping back to holding Ilion as he sat on the shore.  He couldn’t help but to crave more off that touch, more of that moment they shared.<br/><br/>It was only the next day, but the feeling, the connection that they had felt severed. Ilion had shut him down and he understood exactly why the other man had done so.  Urudal could not blame Ilion for that.