A soft hint of a smile came to her lips as she noticed him take in the sight of her, she had not seen a person be taken aback by her naturally in some time. Usually they came in search of her company, hoping favor or courting or a future betrothal because of her royal standing, and did care about her as a person or even act interested until later, if at all. Usually they had only seen paintings of her, or heard the talk of how she looked, and it was nice to see someone stunned and not instantly hungry for her body or power. She giggled, and then came to sit beside him in the hammock, saying, "I would love a strawberry."
 She took one out of his hand, and popped it into her mouth, and then picked a piece of meat from the morsel that he had started to eat, and nibbled at it. "Is there a cotton field around here? I know my mother used to get little face cloths and handkerchiefs made from cotton, from a little village near the mountain side somewhere," she said, thinking about making something for her feet, and perhaps his too. "I haven't had wolf since last Christmas-Tide festival, this is actually really good. When did you learn to cook by yourself?" She turned her head to look at him again, her eyes settling onto his as usual.