Alejandro felt both delighted and embarrassed when Asta came for his help, the gentle touch of her hands on his arm, giving him the spear. More of a staff to lean on his stressed body than a weapon to wield, Alejandro accepted it, seeing how Asta just picked the knife from the ground. Why did he had to be so weak? Why was Asta always having to rescue him? He loved having the girl's attention, but having that little one, even if she was strong and brave, being more... well, manly than he was felt weird. It was an odd thought, as Alejandro wasn't particularly old fashioned, but he had always been taught of what kind of things should a man do, and what kind of things were more natural endeavors of a woman. He had been mocked when young due to the cooking, but since the visible elite of the cuisine in Spain were males, it soon stopped being an embarrassment as he got better and better.<br/><br/>And yet, he was going to stand and watch a girl kill that beast while he was unable to do a thing.<br/><br/>Soon Alejandro understood that it wouldn't be Asta's first time, not even close. He may have the knowledge to do such a thing, but it was soon evident that Asta had the experience. She examined and waited, and even if Alejandro couldn't see her clear eyes from his position, he was sure that she was focused on the task. Then, in a so sudden movement that even Alejandro was caught unaware, Asta fell upon the creature, slaying it with terrifying precision and relentless will. Alejandro was tired and battered, but even his body answered to the primal feel of it. There she was that strong girl, providing safety and food without no other worries than that, and at the same time she didn't worry about flashing her bottoms to him. That combination of violence, survival and sex was so primitive and spoke to things so deep in Alejandro that was almost dizzying.<br/><br/>It was perhaps luck then that the feeling just lasted a moment and he was too tired to do anything stupid, but it was still a show seeing Asta remove the knife splattering herself with blood, opening the beast to bleed it out. It should be disgusting, and yet it was enticing. Shaking his head for a moment, Alejandro almost regretted not being ready to save that blood so he could use it for cooking, but where there was one pig there were bound to be more, so there would be chances in the future when such a capture wasn't born from a coincidence.<br/><br/>If the thoughts of cooking had displaced more primal ones, the voice of Asta calling for him made the cooking a second thought as she needed him. "Ah, voy" he said, leaving the spear against a tree, approaching to drag the mass of that creature to the higher spot to ease the blood out. With the task done with ease by the both of them, since Alejandro was stronger than it seemed below that extra fat product of an easy life, it was time to rest before heading back with their surprising prize. It was the matter of where Aerin and Giulia had ended in their search for Asta, but returning to the beach and thus the camp was easy enough.<br/><br/>That fact reminded Alejandro of how Asta had fled the beach, but that could wait until they returned, as even if hard Alejandro wanted to know what moved her so he could avoid it. Maybe it was embarrassing to have the function of that thing explained to her? She was young after all, or so she seemed. Setting his mind on more immediate concerns, Alejandro unbuttoned and removed the dirty and partly torn shirt he was wearing to see the extent of the damage the pig's attack may have done. He didn't feel like he had any serious injuries, but it was better to check.<br/><br/>His back felt scraped against the ground, and the shirt revealed that on its back even if he couldn't see his own. Any little blood there was seemed to be product of small cuts, so it wasn't anything dire, but only Asta could look at him there. The front was another picture entirely, as he didn't have any bleeding wounds nor it felt like he had broken ribs, but his whole chest as a map of bruises where the pig had stepped on him hard. "Joder, vaya pintas" he protested, wincing a bit but not too bad. The more he thought about it, he felt almost proud of those marks. Noticing that the shirt was beyond salvaging, Alejandro had an idea.<br/><br/>Cutting it in right and left halves, Alejandro gave one half to Asta, and approaching the pig, he made a soft and simple knot around the front legs that he undid after it. Pointing to Asta, then her half of the shirt, then the back legs, he wanted to see if Asta knew how to make a decent knot so they wouldn't have to depend on a simple one made by him. Then, gesturing her to wait, he knew that the makeshift spear would be too thin to his purpose. Ignoring the pain around his chest, Alejandro approached a thicker and stronger branch, holding on it and breaking it with the help of his weight.<br/><br/>Returning to the pig while removing the smaller branches, Alejandro put the branch on the belly of the dead pig, and got the legs together again. Making the knotting gesture again, Alejandro mimicked his intention to carry the beast like it was luggage, even if it would require both of them grabbing the branch at each end.