Lips, dry and gentle and hot and so very, very wonderful pressed against hers and Asta's eyes widened, the blue adrift in an ocean of shocked white, and stayed that way through almost all of the time Alejando kissed her.  Wood thumped onto the leaf littered and blood churned dirt at her feet, hands open and fingers loosely grasping at nothing at all, completely surprised by and lost in the kiss.  Just as it turned magical, as she gathered her wits and her heart and closed her eyes to lose herself in it, her hands reaching out to try to find Alejandro's, he broke it, leaving her mouth parted and eyelids fluttering as she came back to herself.  Fortunately the hug gave the girl a moment to recover and when he let go and turned to get his knife, she laughed to cover her reaction.<br/><br/>Her lips tasted of the blood that had splashed on his face, transferred to hers by accident, and a lighter but still very heady masculine tang that was solely Alejandro's.  The back of her hand came off pink after Asta wiped it across her lips and when Alejandro turned back around she was just standing there, looking at it before letting it fall to her side.<br/><br/>So he wanted to track down the pig.  That was easy to figure out and Asta respected him for it.  He might look soft, gentle, but he wasn't afraid after being trampled and he wanted to go put down an animal that was wounded.  Asta's admiration for him grew and it was almost becoming hero worship so she didn't hesitate but just nodded rapidly in agreement.  When he turned to go though her hand, the same one that she'd wiped his kiss with, settled on his arm and tugged to stop him, to turn him around.<br/><br/>Fingers pointed to his knife, then to the broken, tumbled down cross, then to a young tree, almost as big around as her slender wrist, and she mimed chopping at it with her hand then picked up a small, long branch and held it like a spear, jabbing it towards the ground.  There was plenty of time to track the pig, and better if they waited so it was weaker, but she didn't want to go into the jungle without any way to keep it at bay, to keep its slashing teeth off Alejandro and her.<br/><br/>Hoping he understood, Asta pointed to the tree again and made slow chopping motions, watching to see if he'd take her suggestion.