The illumination meant she had no excuses any longer to not read him from her journal, but she retained her stance, ignoring his counting down as she waited with her upper teeth pulled in anticipation over her lips. As he began to move closer to her, she squinted in the light, knowing the other caravaners could see his nude body if they moved toward the back of the wagon. As it was, they were all staying away, likely out of fear. 

As he drew closer to her, there of course was a natural desire for him growing inside of her, and as he even leaned down, her heart thumped rapidly in her, her desire growing more and more. She had to play her part though and upon reaching 119, she appeared most faint, as if in the next moment she would die, and sure enough, she flopped down in a slump. In her opinion she was a pretty convincing dead person, but he could still see her breathing, and if he touched her anywhere, there likely would be stifled giggles.