Skellig trails along a few steps behind her, allowing her to 'scout' the way - and then once they near the edge of the forest, he quickly selects several of the brightest blossoms, collecting the stems in hand - along with another interestingly colored stone along the cliff's edge.
He might use a bit of cheating to hide her attentions from the flowers, stashing them near their 'camp' before they head to walk along the shoreline where it is easy enough to do so.
Another piece of sun-dried kelp sits upon a stone, fresh baked in the sun - he cracks a piece of it into 'bite sized' bits with his hand, and offers a chunk to her.
"It is salty, from the sea," he cautions. "But has good flavor. It pairs well with the meat you left from the whale. I have also cooked it before, in soup." (Another memory, filtering through the hazy clouds that cover his mind.)
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He might use a bit of cheating to hide her attentions from the flowers, stashing them near their 'camp' before they head to walk along the shoreline where it is easy enough to do so.
Another piece of sun-dried kelp sits upon a stone, fresh baked in the sun - he cracks a piece of it into 'bite sized' bits with his hand, and offers a chunk to her.
"It is salty, from the sea," he cautions. "But has good flavor. It pairs well with the meat you left from the whale. I have also cooked it before, in soup." (Another memory, filtering through the hazy clouds that cover his mind.)