The naked woman steps closer. Her regal demeanor clothed her more perfectly than any cloth garment could - itself in sharp contrast to the seductive, openly sexual way her body moves. A smile flickers in her eyes, even as she takes in more of the Man's scent from close up.<br/><br/>"You smell like Egypt. Like a thousand mysteries. Like something long dead that lives regardless. Something from forgotten books, or from the History Channel. You are a long way from home - while I am a daughter of this forest. How can we be of a blood?" Mischief glimmers in her eyes like a thousand uncut jewels. A smile melts over her full lips, as she appreciates the strangeness of this Man from close up. Something interesting, something new, something to tickle her imagination. A Fool, a journey, the Hermit reversed. "But my family and I welcome you nonetheless."<br/><br/>There's a simple plastic bottle in her hand - pure water sloshing within as she takes a sip, then offers the bottle to the Man. The fingernails on her hand are slightly too long, slightly too sharp. Mischief gives way to formality as she answers the words the Man used.<br/><br/>"I share what I have with ye, brother from afar. Be refreshed, and share thy news in return."