His gaze had been on the road, regarding the rolled parchment map that he kept upon his person. By his guess, they would reach the next village hopefully within the coming day if not by late evening. The popping sound of the cottage enlarging, drew his attention. Turning around, he watched her slipping inside. He certainly hoped she would be preparing dinner, feeling a good deal famished since they hadn't really stopped for lunch, his eagerness to spread this new power overriding his need to eat. Catching the scent of her arousal as well, he found his tongue wetting lips, moving to the house as well.