He nodded, glancing quickly at the strange orb where her eye should have been, but looked away again just as fast.  It creeped him out slightly, the sickly color, how it didn't move in sync with her real eye.  So he busied himself getting the grouse positioned on a roasting stick over the fire while she covered the orb again and then sat next to her.  

"I can't imagine it's boring," he said.  " 'sides...  we got a little time before that bird is ready to eat."