Dark Methuseld and Aza both seemed to find something in the bag that suited them as they each retreated. Dark Methuseld moved over to a large boulder and set herseld down upon it as she delved into the hunk of jerked meat that she had retrieved from the pack. The way she bit into it was almost... disturbing, as well as the quickness she used to devour bit after bit of the hardened, dried slab of meat. And while it might have been a bit disturbing, it had most certainly not been -normal-. Even Donovan doubted that he could have downed that much of the tough meat, that quickly.<br/><br/>As they spoke about distances and directions and destinations, Donovan gave his best guess, and was surprised when Dark Methuseld confirmed his estimations. Had this dark part of Methuseld been to this part of the world before? Did the darker version possess all the knowledge of the -real- Methuseld, and that's what she was using now? The vizier's reach was indeed mighty and far-reaching. Perhaps Methuseld had even been this way before. More than anything, during her confirmation of his guesses, Dark Methuseld made it clear that she was not keen on 'camping under the stars'. This made Donovan smile thinly – not mocking her, but simply amused that the woman was actually much like Aza in that spoiled sort of way.<br/><br/>Donovan did catch her apparent look of exasperation when he offered to take first watch. Did she think he might 'try' something? He found that rather... amusing. The thought of 'trying' something with her had crossed his mind more than once, but it had been fleeting.<br/><br/>Dark Methuseld then spread herself out on the boulder, as if she were making herself comfortable on some imagined massive bed back at the vizier's palace. Donovan had expected her to laugh in his face when he offered to heal her sunburn, but instead, a little sigh seemed to tell him that it -was- annoying her, whether she admitted it or not. The way she lay there before him seemed almost inviting... -too- inviting, and his body responded as if it had a mind of its own, urging him to accept the silent invite.<br/><br/>His will was stronger, though, and he removed his leather gloves and set them aside, revealing his bare hands. They were big, rugged, caloused from physical labor of some kind, and he rubbed the palms of those hands together for a moment and nodded in response to her challenge to do his worst. The ride had helped him to recharge his Glory quite a bit, but not anywhere near full. Still, he had enough reserves for some minor healing, with ease.<br/><br/>The look of her body was indeed quite dangerous. Her curves and soft-looking flesh – most of it bare to him – was like some exotic road-map: those sights he could see seemed innocent enough, though he knew they weren't – and those few interesting and mysterious sights that were hidden from his view were likely fraught with peril. There was so little material covering that which was still out of sight, and it wouldn't take much effort or strength at all to remove it... if she allowed such a thing.<br/><br/>Donovan forced himself to focus, and closed his eyes for just a few moments to steady himself. He then opened his eyes once more, and moved his hands to the bare skin of her collarbone and the bare, pink flesh below it, just above her breasts. Both of his hands lay side by side, flat against her supple skin with a touch so gentle it might seem impossible coming from such a big man. His eyes looked at hers, whether she looked back or not, and he didn't make a sound, didn't mutter any sort of 'prayer' like one might expect. He simply focused, exerted his will... and she felt it.<br/><br/>The soft caress of thousands of tiny hands massaging her skin tingled through the areas his skin touched. Thought her skin was pink and likely annoyingly painful, the feeling from his hands was anything but. Instead, it was -soothing-, relaxing... and if someone might have thought to enjoy such a feeling against more... sensitive... parts of their body, it very well might indeed provide intense pleasure, if used in such a way.<br/><br/>It didn't take but half a minute for it to finish, and he slowly pulled his hands away and moved them upward, each of his palms moving to gently cup each of her cheeks in his hand, like a lover might do his mate before giving her a kiss. Again, like before, his hands held her with the gentleness he might use to hold a child or some exquisitely expensive bauble, and as his eyes focused on hers, she'd feel that same sensation once again, each of his thumbs resting gently against either side of her nose, his palms and fingers covered most of the area of pink skin around her face.<br/><br/>He said nothing, and gave no hint that he was quickly growing fully aroused, though it was hidden away in his leather breeches. He knew her abdomen would be next, and her flesh was bare down near to her pelvic bone, and the urge to touch her -there- was mighty strong. He focused – keeping his breathing normal, ignoring the dull thud of his own heartbeat as it pounded blood into his inflated member, urging him on, urging him to follow those thoughts he had otherwise been able to keep at bay for the moment.