Destin doesn't notice Aya, completely absorbed in his task. He grins to himself as the stripes become clear without the water on the leaves. "Yes!" He says a bit loudly. He then giggles and begins to gently pluck the leaves, folding them in half and putting them in his pouch. He smiles to himself as he counts out twenty leaves before standing. He brushes himself off, before pausing, feeling something amidst. He looks around warily, before his eyes rest on Aya. They widen and he steps back from the river, ready to bolt if she meant him any harm.