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Her movements were not helping the state of her dress. Ovaan squirmed uncomfortably as she took the bag from him, unsure of how to react. He obviously didn't spend much time around women, but even he knew basic ettiquette (little of which he had been following with her anyway. But those acts had only been to keep her off-balance!), and this was definetly not in the book. Or any ettiquette book, for that matter. What on earth would it be under, "How to react when a woman's clothes are falling off and she doesn't seem to notice or care and you're all alone with her"...? She shifted, looking over at the spring, and her dress slid further down. If her dress slid down much farther, it'd basically be useless. She wasn't leaving much to the poor man's imagination. He felt like he was going to pass out. He stood there like a fool, gaping at her, his forest-green eyes fixed, almost in a hypnotic state, on her chest. His antenna stood straight on end in alarm and uncertainty and he was digging his nials into the palms of his hands, he had them clenched so tightly. His heart was pounding furiously and a blush -his first blush in...years- had crept up his cheeks.

Ovaan snorted in disgust. "You enjoy yourself," he commanded, for now ignoring the 'pervert' comment. "I'm going to go gather herbs. " Huffing a bit, he loosened an empty sack from his belt and stomped off into the trees.

Ovaan took his time. He wasn't used to collecting so much stuff. He figured that another person would eat as much as he did, so it was only logical that he gather twice the stuff. Which meant finding it. It was a surprisingly peaceful day.

This made him suspicious.

He shrugged the feeling off. It was just nerves. He'd never had a guest this long before. Not for a long time, anyway. He was just nervous. Especially because it was a woman. He mustn't get attached. That was dangerous, for her.

But why was the forest so silent today?

Ovaan returned looking tense and a little creeped out, or maybe he was just grumpy about his situations with her.

He set his bag down. "Are you done?" He asked, a question not exactly needing an answer, as he could see for himself. He looked her over quickly, and a grin spread across his face. It was almost flattering to see her in his clothes. But if she moved very much, the pants would slide right off. He pulled a long strip of cloth from his belt and approached her, catching her by the front belt loop of her pants and pulling her forward, quickly slipping the cloth through the hoops and tying it at her right hip. "This better?" He asked as he tied the sash.

"Good." Ovaan replied, not seeming to notice her renewed blush. "If you're going to be sticking around, you're going to have to learn to keep up. We," He paused a moment, the word 'we' dragging out . It had been a very long time since he'd said the word 'we'. His blue eyes clouded a bit, but he continued speaking, "don't want your pants falling down every time you try to move."

Being thick-skulled about personal space as he was, the man found nothing worng with continuing to stand where he was, which happened to be fairly close to the poor woman. Even more stupid when it came to how to act around women, he allowed his hand to rest lightly on her hip where he had just tied the sash, absently looping his thumb through the nearest belt loop.

Ovaan's eyes swirled a deep green. He grinned. "Good, then we're in agreement on something." He chirped happily, pulling his hand away as he looked around thm. "You hungry? You never did eat this morning."

Ovaan, watching her every move, cocked his head curiously. "Does your neck hurt?" He asked after a moment.