She stares at him, uncomprehendingly, as he explains, though a look at the sheer size of the spine is enough to get her to believe him. She just nods, looking more than a little frightened, and slowly picks herself up. "Right. Tomorrow, then," she says, softly, slipping out of the tent, and leaving him be for the rest of the night.<br/><br/>The next morning finds her back to her usual self, avoiding him, though she seems reluctant to make eye contact with him, for whatever reasons she might have.