His eyes flashed, momentarily, and a smirk crossed his lips; it seems he knew exactly how she could thank him, and was clearly planning to work towards that goal. But first...<br/><br/>"A fire, and a warm meal, for the lady," he said, sweeping away. Pulling out a small bead from a pouch at his side, no more than an inch across, he set it in the ashes of the old campfire, and spoke a single word, as he tapped it, then quickly withdrew his hand. In a moment, the bead exploded outward, into a small, flaming campfire, completely self contained. "Sit, sit... I'd afraid I only have logs to offer," he said, "But the grass is soft," he added, patting the ground next to him; if she accepted, he'd slip an arm around her, to help her down, and draw her in, as he fished simple fare out of his bag. It was a relatively small bag, but he quickly pulled more out of it than should reasonably fit, and soon he had a skillet, cooking a handful of eggs over the fire.<br/><br/>In less than ten minutes, he had a hot meal prepared, as he served her a small plate of eggs, and offered her a waterskin filled with a fruity wine. "Not the ideal meal, mind... but it'll do in a pinch," he said with a chuckle.