Skellig remembers practically nothing of his walk (how even did he find himself upon this road?) and so the terrain and territory is unfamiliar as they travel the distance needed to find themselves out of range of the village.
"I will hold it," he says, reaching for it as she removes it. "But before you shift, let me listen a moment."
He shifts his attention to his senses, subtly cocking his head to the side to allow for better triangulation of any sounds he might pick up. There is not much, out here, and nobody within a range that might do them any harm.
Satisfied, he nods, and drapes her kilt linen over his forearm, eyes wandering her body. She is beautiful like this, her well-tanned skin and dark hair lit by the sun's rays. He has to swallow to refocus his attention to her face, and he steps back two steps, out of caution. And then a third, for good measure.
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"I will hold it," he says, reaching for it as she removes it. "But before you shift, let me listen a moment."
He shifts his attention to his senses, subtly cocking his head to the side to allow for better triangulation of any sounds he might pick up. There is not much, out here, and nobody within a range that might do them any harm.
Satisfied, he nods, and drapes her kilt linen over his forearm, eyes wandering her body. She is beautiful like this, her well-tanned skin and dark hair lit by the sun's rays. He has to swallow to refocus his attention to her face, and he steps back two steps, out of caution. And then a third, for good measure.