Hearing her squeak and watching her jump, it was rather hard for Alexander to not laugh at her. As she blushed with a rosy pink complexion, he smirked softly and nodded lightly when she expressed her gratitude with her soft tone of voice. He'd watch her as she began to sew her dress back from the dead, as it clearly been through some sort of torture as she had run through all those bushes. It just came to mind though how much more cuter she would look if she were wearing flowers in her hair.<br/><br/>Crossing his arms over his chest as he'd listen to her short story of how her mother had owned the staff, but died before she could teach her anything. There were some books which taught magic in the library and since elves were naturally magical beings, he might tell her about that later. For now he simply watched as she lowered her head and sighed. He refrained from touching her though, from immediately comforting her as she had lost everything except for those little trinkets.<br/><br/>While she didn't realize the fact that her shirt went up a bit, Alexander sure noticed this as his eyes simply watched the reveal of her mid-thighs. While his face didn't heat up a bit, he was somewhat enjoying the sight even though it didn't last as long as he would have wished. He was barely paying attention to her dress as she was mending it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"Roasted hare, carrots and potatoes sound nice. Ironically since the hare eats both of those,"</span></span>The man would chuklce slightly as he watched her for a few moments before tilting his head as she seemed to avoid looking up at him. Did she feel uncomfortable when she looked at him? He assumed she was intimidated by him, so he didn't really question that all too much. When she finally did look at him though with that sweet smile across her lips, his mouth opened slightly.<br/><br/>Hearing her question though, he nodded slowly and gently made his way around to stand behind her as his hands would firmly place themselves on her shoulders beneath the shirt. His thumbs would gently caress the back of her neck, as if he was massaging her, whilst his other fingers would gently squeeze her shoulders rhythmically.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"You can wear the shirt as long as you need, or want. There's a hot spring in the west wing of the Castle, so we can take a bath there if you'd like."</span></span>He'd off as his head tilted to the side slightly.