Skellig considers her question and confusion. "I have always thought that they hid it, to keep it from others? At least that is how I have heard it in stories..."

He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes slightly - because now he is a bit confused now at himself - because this is a memory, but he is not quite certain where it has come from within his mind. Is it from a past experience? From something he has learned or heard from Before he arrived here, in the desert?

Shaking his head, he refocuses his attentions on her legs.

"I have never been much for following maps," he admits. "I prefer to wander."