Chuckling Artimer let her step out of his embrace. "Yeah that may not be good since we have been here already too long as it is." He said this as he turned around to her to pick up his pants and bag of hold he had placed under them. He pulled out a few pieces of clothing and soon he was dressed. He turned back around to face her. She was slipping on the last parts of her armor over her arms and locking them into place. She seemed to be more in control. "Well shall I go and catch breakfast?" he asked.<br/><br/>He buckled his twin blades to his sided and slipped the harness on for his claymore. He was wearing dark leathers that looked supple and easy to move in. he had let his long hair stay free. In his hand was the leather string he used to tie his hair up. "Here, noticed you lost yours and I am used to fighting with my hair down."