His eyes followed her as she lowered back to the ground, sinking down to more than a foot beneath his own height. Small in frame yet clearly strong and statuesque. "An seo agus an sin. Agus thusa?" A smile forming upon his own lips at the sound of his own native tongue and accent.
There came a pull, like the earth had when it came to the sun. Gravitating around it's orbit, yearning for the warmth that fell from it in waves. It was a pull he had felt before, one that made him yearn for home. For his kinsmen. Without conscious decision to do so, Duncan's body moved closer to the lass, the taste of Scotland teasing the tip of his tongue.
"I dinna kin to look for treasures here. I'd do well to pay more mind in the future, aye?"