He found it easier to ignore her immodesty when she didn't seem to care, but all she didn't seem to be trying to seduce him. You couldn't call what Alina was doing flirty. When he felt her fingers touch the place where he should have a wound he was surprised. "Of course you're also a walking furnace..." He couldn't wrap his head around her. "Is that really hair or is it spun gold?" He touched her hair and it was soft, but felt like normal hair. Was she even alive?<br/><br/>He finished up and put his tunic back on. "Come on, your communing with nature is at its end." He was beyond caring whether or not she actually understood what he was saying. It was actually quite cathartic. He did give her a big, sincere smile. "Let's go back to the cabin." He pointed back toward his home. He didn't know where they were going. He was stuck with a woman he didn't understand half the time.<br/><br/>He wanted to go hunting, he didn't always catch something, but it was good exercise for clearing his mind. When they were back near the chalk slate he had a question so he scratched it out, "What do the gods have to do with you." He said as he wrote it out and showed it to Alina.<br/><br/>