By the time he was done with his next two jobs, Berek was sweating up a storm. Though he needed to know where Ferona was, or if she had calmed down for that matter. He wiped his face with his cloth, and then set into the kitchen. She wasn't there, so he assumed she had gone into his room to sleep. Well, he wouldn't bother her. He needed some cooler air on his skin, and once he was outside he stripped himself of his apron and his shirt, enjoying the cool breeze that the eastern wind brought to his glistening skin. 

"Oh man," he breathed, still not entirely believing he was dealing with this problem, but knowing it was the right thing to do. He ran his hands through his hair, and Humphrey waddled out with him. The basset hound saw a squirrel, and decided to give chase toward the tree Ferona was sitting at, her body hidden by the bulk of its trunk. He barked his trademark boof as he did so.