Arcaeus saw Janelle walk out from behind a tree, hair a little messy and clothes slightly askew. " Ended up sleeping on the ground? What for? A tree would have been a much better choice." he said, smirking, "And perhaps we will be going somewhere. Into town. About 65 kilometers due North. But first, oatmeal?" he walks back into his cottage and emerges a minute later with a bowl of homemade oatmeal in his hand. He holds it out for her to take. "Also, I wanted to apologize for last night. The Lift. I lost my head. I've never met such a frustrating and foolhardy creature in my life. No offense." he said casually, taking in her scent wafting toward him on the breeze. He also noticed the slight sway of her hips as she walked, slightly mesmerizing, the gleam of the sunlight in her hair. Her smile when she saw him.<span style="font-style: italic">I really have been away from any kind of civilization for too long. I'm noticing every little thing about her. And it's not purely  in the interest of self-preservation.</span>he pondered.