The knight had caught the second fish, sending the struggling salmon near its brother before the spear was tossed toward the rock. He’d step out of the water, unfastening the bindings of his pants as it seemed Isabella was preparing to depart.  Like a sentry, he kept his eyes along the tree line across the river, the forest that was deemed the witches. Faint splashes marked that she had left the water, and like a moth to the flame, he took what he could get. As Isabella feared, her backside was just as alluring to the knight, his chin rising as he took in the full eye candy of her apple shaped rear.<br/><br/>There was no smile, or glint in his eyes as he admired, even lusted for her touch. When she turned to look back at him, his gaze slowly rose to meet hers, his lips parting in mild confusion as to how she would react to his invasive stare. A light sigh escaped his lips as she disappeared behind the tree, giving him the time he needed to strip off his pants, leaving himself entirely bare before he tossed the ragged things near the rest of his gear.<br/><br/>It would have been the first time in years he was without weapon, the weight of even a dagger becoming a tiring thought to the more, mentally stable side of Aluren. Stepping into the water, he’d slowly descend, fully submerging his head beneath the surface. Long, muddied hair caused a ring of filth that slowly dissipated before he reemerged with a faint breath. The water was cold, though the chilling bite was refreshing, the sensation bringing about more humanity in him than he recalled having.<br/><br/>Quickly the knight scrubbed himself clean, wanting to bring himself out of the water as quickly as possible, feeling rather unsafe even in the sunlight. Tanned flesh was glazed with the fresh water, causing his strong form to pop out a bit more in the elevated areas of his muscles. Turning back to the shore, he didn’t seem as cautious of her looking at him, half expecting her to be burying her face in the grass at the mere thought of seeing him nude. Walking back to his rock, he was angled almost directly toward her hiding tree, bending over to take up his pants and quickly slipping them on. His hair was still in a ponytail, still reaching just below his shoulders and shining a deep black now that it was perfectly clean.<br/><br/>Leaving just his pants on, he took to returning to the woods, gathering more sticks and various tinder he could use to start a fire. It didn’t take long, most sticks right at the tree line with several mushrooms around them as well. He’d fashion a campfire creating a makeshift cooking top with several, thick sticks laid flat with space between them. With a bit of effort and moss, the fire was soon lit, slowly growing as it consumed the tried tinder, offering a welcoming warmth. Sitting back on his rock, he took hold of his dagger and the first fish, slowly descaling it.<br/><br/>His form still glistened with droplets of water, hair clinging to his neck as he attempted to use the fire to dry him out. Glancing up toward her tree, he couldn’t help but feel worried as he called out to her. “The fish will be done shortly…  perhaps find us some mushrooms to go with it?” He was sure she was going to do so anyway, but he came up with any excuse to hear her voice.