He sat up, looking around himself as carefully as he could before standing and walking off, away from camp. He didn't want anyone to hear him talking to her, and honestly he didn't want an audience if he had to be rough. It was hard enough to know just how different they were, just how far away she was from him. She was a shinning star, he was the little ant looking up.
"Didn't know it was you on the line, Princess," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. His hair felt greasy, his whole body felt greasy. He would have paid gold to take a long, hot shower. Or better, to find a bath of some sorts. To sink into warm water and let everything clean up and off of his skin like a baptism. "You alright?"