"Calm down." Atrius said, he put a comforting hand on Alina's shoulder and stopped to light a lantern by the door. The olive oil in the lantern burned brightly and fragrantly. It was commonly used in this region. He took the lantern around and found the little lanterns around his home. He lit a beeswax candle for Alina and handed it to her by the holder. His cabin was small and clean. It had a fireplace and a table. There were simple strong chairs and clay plates on a utilitarian shelf.<br/><br/>He was happy to be home, but he knew that he would have to leave it soon. It hung in the air, it didn't smell like home anymore. The woodsman sighed and sat down. He dropped his satchel and slapped his weapons down on the table and groaned. He was tired. He wasn't exactly wounded, but he was stiff and tired and wanted a hot meal and his nice warm bead.<br/><br/>As womanly as Alina was, he couldn't be bothered to get all hot and bothered over the beautiful woman. Gods above, the woman couldn't even speak his language. She could read, which reminded him. He went to his shelf and pulled down a slate and a bag of chalk. He used it to draw in his off time, but she needed it more. He picked through the bag and found his white piece and put it on the slate. He tightened his cinch on the bag and put it away.<br/><br/>He grabbed a rag and tossed it on the slate as well. It was obvious she could use that to write any messages she wanted. He started a fire and began heating some water in his pot. He ate a lot of stew. Atrius stretched and began dumping dried meat into the simmering water along with dried vegetables and other spices. He could make it fresh, but that would take longer and he was hungry.