Alejandro nodded affirmatively as he munched on the warm eel, enjoying the wild and simple taste of the roasted meat. Of course, he couldn't avoid but how the cut had been less than perfect, the skinning was a hint irregular and how it could benefit from a proper treatment. Tens of recipes danced through his mind, both Spanish and foreign, as how to tackle such an ingredient, and considering how hard it could be to clean an eel Kim-Ly had done a marvelous job. Alejandro couldn't help but smile a bit, as the situation was making the eel taste better than any other time, sitting there by the campfire.<br/><br/>Aerin was resting and stretching, after having done a herculean task by himself, sitting there as a legendary hero in Alejandro's eyes. Sure, Aerin had complimented him before, but Alejandro didn't feel as close as what the tattooed man had managed to do. Thanks to his adventure on the plane, they had an assortment of kitchen trinkets to use, so Alejandro hoped that he would be able to contribute in the next days with his cooking knowledge. The man looked tired after the effort, and looking at Aerin, Alejandro couldn't help but notice that Giulia seemed to be eyeing him.<br/><br/>Alejandro thanked Kim-Ly for the food, and it was a pity he couldn't verbally share some advice with the Asian woman, but perhaps just seeing him cook would help anyone that came close while he did it. He sighed, first they had to find something to cook, not to mention some kind of stream or perhaps an underwater spring of fresh water. Kim-Ly seemed to be doing fine, she must be tough as nails to focus so much on her tasks and not rely on anyone else to unwind or at least share a hug or something, so he let her be. Maybe it was the kind of person that held everything inside them, something that reminded Alejandro of his father.<br/><br/>Wanting to set his mind away from such memories, Alejandro noticed how uncomfortable the poor Giulia seemed to be, and looking at her he tugged his shirt, then signaled at the classified piles of clothes with the suitcases. Why didn't she change out of those garments already if she was uncomfortable was a mystery to him, although his line of thought about that may have been distorted by how brave little Asta seemed to pay little mind to those things.<br/><br/>Smiling to her, Alejandro now could look at Asta without getting in all sorts of trouble. He was feeling better now, rest, food and water helping him and despite the sleeping conditions, he would feel even healthier next morning for sure. With a healthy body and his mind more calmed down and accepting what happened to them, it would be better if Asta remained clothed, or Alejandro could end embarrassing himself showing his excitement. As things were now, he was incredibly glad that she seemed to be recovering nice, and now she was back to being Asta the curious, Asta the bold, and not that weak girl that rested on Giulia's arms. Alejandro liked the one that pierced his eyes with her clear ones, the one that retrieved his most valued memento, the one that seemed to understand who he was.<br/><br/>Next to him, Asta looked at him from time to time, as if gauging how he was, or how he felt, but Alejandro couldn't exactly guess what she could be concerned about or what could worry her, so he just limited himself to answer those looks with a smile. He wasn't specially interested in the skies above, as his eyes were normally focused on the earth below, but Asta looked at the firmament like she awaited for answers, and Alejandro couldn't help but look how her clear eyes reflected both the close warm light of the campfire and the distant cold one of the far away stars. Alejandro was already paying attention to her and only her when she made sure of it by tugging at his sleeve, but even his most dedicated focus had trouble deciphering what Asta meant.<br/><br/>Alejandro looked at the well known constellation depicted on the sun, even for someone like him that he knew nothing of the sky. After all, the seven stars where even in Madrid's community flag. How could he explain Asta the absence of the stars she knew? Supposing that such a thing was what irked her. Even if it wasn't his specialty, Alejandro tried to draw a quick and crude map of the Earth, focusing on the big masses of land and leaving out tons of details. Cutting it in half by what he thought the equator should more or less be, he drew a line across the map. Gesturing over the top half of the map, he pointed to the constellation Asta pictured, gesturing over the lower half, he gestured to the sky above. It had to be some bunch of stars he knew, even if he was oblivious in the astronomy department there had to be something...<br/><br/>Noticing the white cross of his suitcase close by, he remembered. Alejandro poked four holes below the map, joining them with cross shaped lines, then looked at the stars above. It had to be somewhere there... or maybe the stars visible changed depending on the season? He didn't know that stuff, and there were many stars on the sky one could just join in that shape, so after a minute he ended up shrugging. As lost in the skies as he was in the Earth below, Alejandro had no intellectual solace to offer Asta, and in search or comfort for both him and Asta, he just hugged her, a gesture as universal as any.<br/><br/>That way they knew exactly where they were, right there by their side.