The conversation faded into the crackling of the small fire between them. While his hunger had been ignored, it was impossible to disregard the sated feeling that came even with such a small meal. Leather heels scuffed against the ground as he stretched his legs back out before pushing himself up to his feet. His motions were wearily slow, as opposed to warily as they'd been before. Reaching back down, he'd reclaim his bow and lift it back over his head to rest against his back.
"I assure you it's the hour and not the company, Lady Kestrel, as I should be finding a soft spot of my own to rest my head." His hands moved over his belt, his fingers brushing over the hilt of his sword, a few pouches.. simply taking an inventory so as nothing could be forgotten. "Thank you again for your hospitality. It's not something one might expect in this.. strange... place."