Re: The lake: close to the water
The hint of her skin was noticed, cataloged, but not lingered on. There wasn't a lecherous tang to his gaze on her, rather a consideration of the woman that stood near him. That wasn't to say that he couldn't spark and flame as easily as the cigarette he'd just lit for her, but that instead he'd banked it well. Not to show until it was wanted or needed. But he did watch as she had her conflict with will. But perhaps that was still only in case he needed to go to her rescue, should the lake claim her.
The frequency of the lighting was enough to give that practiced experience, but rarely (never) for women standing in a mostly-still lake. He watched the waver of its glow as she took it and breathed in. He waited, curious to see if it would chase her sickness away or draw it back to the surface, and
his question was answered. He looked away, offering her a sort of measure of privacy to be ill. He sent his gaze back out across the lake, listening to the quiet hitch of her stomach and the wet sounds of sickness into the water. He winced as he took his next drag, angling his exhale away from her without quite turning his head. Waiting until the night was quiet again (other than her disgusted curse), his question came as quiet and rough as his first. "That help?"