Bastian watched Elizabeth go behind the adjacent wagon and began to change, immediately turning away to give her some privacy. Bastian closed and locked the chest. He lightly tapped his foot while waiting, scratching an itch on his chest, loudly clearing his throat. 

[color=0072bc]"Are you dressed?"[/color] Bastian asked. [i][color=0072bc]"She's still fearful after what happened. Maybe understanding my motivations would be in both our best interests before going further."[/color][/i] Bastian turned to face her, once she had finished. Reorganizing his cargo to clear up space, brushing off some of the fallen leaves.

[color=0072bc]"Sit up here, don't touch anything. Some of these items are incredibly fragile...and I wish to have a discussion, before we head out."[/color]