Isa couldn't help covering her ears when he let out a piercing whistle. It was uncomfortable, but it was almost like music to her ears in comparison to the wake up call the two had received earlier. With a sigh, she sat down beside Sher. "Accursed little hovel, and accursed little man!" she muttered under her breath, rubbing at a prominent dirt stain on the front of her gown. She was FAR from used to getting dirty. But, from the look of him, Sher didn't seem to mind. After all, he looked basically the same as when they first met. Dusty hair, dirty skin, raggedy old clothes, muscles peeking out from underneath, a well chiseled body, though a bit thin, kind, attractive eyes...<br/><br/>Isa suddenly perked up, glancing away sheepishly, a hint of pink on her cheeks. What was she doing, checking out her kidnapper? She kept fidgeting with her dress, trying to stop the flood of thoughts from entering her mind. Yet, they still did.