Jamie wasn't sure what to think. Things were getting a bit precarious. Feelings and emotions were things he wasn't all that familiar with dealing with. He avoided them at all costs usually but she was making it increasingly hard.

So he simply nodded, not really trusting his voice if he were to open his mouth and speak. Once she'd stepped away, he stood up himself but didn't wander to the sink in the kitchen. He instead went to the small washroom he did have in the shack and proceeded to give himself a good scrubbing over. It was nothing like a bath back at the MacFusty house but he couldn't always follow through with that luxury. He did, however, make a point of heating the water with his wand so as to not scrub with cold water. By the time he was done, the water in the basin was far from clear and he couldn't help but to smirk at that realization. He had been far dirtier than he'd anticipated. His bedding would definitely have to be washed.

He left the small room then and headed back into the kitchen. Settling back in his chair, he sat back to watch once more without saying a word of his re-entrance.

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