The man with locks sling his cross bow across his chest and cocked a brow at her, sweeping her from head to toe with his eyes.

"What?" Maris stared back, sparing her body a glance to see if she wasn't putting on her clothes well.

He narrowed his eyes at her and she refrained from rolling hers.

"Nothing." He shrugged and averted his gaze to the other side of the woods.

"Uhm, okay." She replied, unsure of what else to say till a bell rang in her head. "Oh, pardon my manners. Thank you so much for saving me back there."

Her eyes glittered and the man couldn't help, but...