The scent makes his nose crinkle slightly when she opens it, but it is less jarring than it was when she first opened it while he had been sleeping. Once he's wet the rag, he starts to wipe off his body, while wandering towards the nearest pile.

"Jewelry, gems," he echoes her words. "Gold over silver, dig through it all just in case."

A plan! Skellig does (rarely) appreciate a good plan of attack, rather than his usual attitude of 'just wing it and see what happens'.