He waited in silence, watching as large packages came out of the other ship’s hatch.  But they had to be huge, if they were supplies for such a large man, so it didn’t come as a shock.<br/><br/>“What?  A big nature-y boy like you isn’t just itching to jump in an all-natural lake to bathe?” he teased.  Most would call Ilion an indoors type, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of splashing around in a cool spring or lake with the sun beating down.  He couldn’t promise he wouldn’t blind anyone who happened to see him all pale and glistening in such bright light, though.  Sometimes it really was a curse that he couldn’t tan.<br/><br/>“I say we take advantage of the light while we can.  It’s hard telling what will come out at night, and I’d rather not have to deal with some sort of giant coyotes wanting to use me as a chew toy.”  Sure, they had weapons, but avoiding as much conflict with nature as possible was always wise.  They still didn’t know how long they’d have to remain there before the Sidriel was space worthy, so even firepower was best used sparingly.  He again looked at Urudal’s leg.  “And you’ll be drawing enough attention with the scent of your blood.”