A Second Try to Relax

[Rith Matou]

Rith chuckled a bit, shrugging off her concerns. " I appreciate your concerns, but I do not fear any animal. If a large animal comes by and finds the fish, it will be more concerned with filling its stomach then with someone who's scent is already on the fish." He replied waving an ungloved hand at her.

"And even so...," he added weighing the other options "...if the animal was poised to attack, then the two of us are more than capable of defending ourselves, and if not then I'd be honored to protect you." his lips slightly curling out of embarrassment at the thoughts of him actually needing to hurt an animal and needing to protect her.

He rubbed the back of his head still running the scenarios through his head as he watched her pick the bones clean and put them away. "So they are real..." he muttered under his breath as he arched his brow looking back at her necklace.

[Trixice]

Trixice listened intently to his explanation, and was quite pleased that he had already thought it through. Another acquaintance that was not so daft afterall. That made two. Rith's second answer however, caught her rather off guard, and she swallowed, before looking out to the horizon and dismissing the whole thing entirely. She could have delved into it since it was hardly likely she would need to be protected, but, did he want to protect her?

That was the part she decided to avoid for now.

Luckily, he changed the subject slightly by eyeing up her necklace and commenting on the teeth - and perhaps the skull - being real. She laughed softly and nodded, fingering them as she looked at them herself. "Yeah, as real as you get." She smirked, cupping the chin of the skull and looking up at him. "This is the skull of a pigmy savage." She said with a mysterious hiss, before breaking into a fit of laughter - one where it was impossible to decide whether she was being truthful or not.

[Rith Matou]

"You did not...end that 'Savage' yourself, did you?" Rith asked, literally feeling a knot tying in his throat at the thought. A copper-eyed Mage, towering over the miniscule society. Panic, chaos,...death, all in the name of a meager accessory!? He tried to resist these notions, but the fact of the matter was that Rith really did not know that much about this person, she was very hard to read. She goes out of her way to assist him with his anxieties, but runs off at the request for a name.

His breath became shallow and drawn out and his eyes shut, trying to get himself to calm down. If only not to scare her off incase he was wrong, and he certainly hoped he was. Rith never was one to catch sarcasm, possibly because he's rarely been exposed to it. Makes for quite the gullible lad, probably his biggest weakness.