Kreyu chuckles softly. "I did not think I was THAT distracting," she tells him.

"Where does your skin hurt the worst, Skellig," she asks, gentle. "I would like to prevent you from hurting, from the sun."

"And you will need time to recover before you have me, I think?" Her tone becomes slightly uncertain toward the end, unsure about how much of what little she 'knows' is actually accurate.