"You have done quite well to cleanse it."

That is not the issue. But there is still something about it that which has him on edge, and he cannot settle quite fully. Without preamble, Skellig walks to the middle of the room and crouches, letting his fingers touch the dirt floor.

It is clearly obvious that his mind is elsewhere. He is listening, hard.

"Come here?" He motions without looking at her. (He knows she is looking at him, watching him.)