He was already sitting at the campfire when Valla emerged from his tent.  For some reason, he felt like he shouldn't be looking at her, as if somehow he was wrong for wanting to look at her.  He put down his knife and let his hand drop rather than letting her see his hand shaking his nerves were so overwrought.  But behind him were all the things that he'd be carrying - the tent for the two of them, some water skins and sets of blankets for them to sleep on.  Why did he feel so nervous about this?<br/><br/>He wondered if the first thing he should do once out of earshot of anyone was confess everything and just get that out in the open.  Then again, that could lead to disaster - questions would abound if suddenly she turned around and canceled the expedition.  Or she could continue but he'd just have ruined everything.  He stabbed the fish's flesh and took a hard bite, trying to figure out what he was going to do.  "Morning," he commented with a smile, feeling a bit like the fool, unable to help but smiling when looking at her.  He was hopeless.