Ali finished skinning the first coney, tearing the fur off with a few choice tugs and placing the small bit of meat it provided on the spit, and methodically he got to work on the next one. "You know, you still don't need to accompany me..." He began, following the logic that if he was pursued, then she was. She stopped him in a his tracks with a glare, and he held his hands up in defeat. "Sorry, sorry." he said. 

"Wool headed oaf." she muttered. 

He was silent after that, merely fixing dinner for them. She watched him as he worked, and he could tell she was simply watching his technique on how to prepare the dinner, should the need arise in the future. She was smart like that. He would have never imagined she might also simply be admiring his arms. Luckily, rabbits were quick to cook, and he handed the first one to her, placing another stick he had carved into a spit on the fire once more, turning his slowly as she nibbled on her dinner. 

"It's a bit stringy, but good for you. Make sure you eat half of the other, even if you aren't hungry for it." he explained. "Coneys are so lean, if you don't eat an abundance of them, the energy it takes to digest them is more than they give you for eating them. Eat the onions too. You always need something else with a cooked coney." 

She thanked him, and he took it warmly. Though there was an awkward pause between them for a moment, after they had realized they had both been staring. "So um..." he cleared his throat. "What...else might be after me? Us?" he asked. It was a simple question, but what with the one power not being a myth, nor fades or trollocs, he wanted to make sure the trees wouldn't see him as an adversary, or spirits floated about looking for his soul. 

The idea made his skin crawl, or it would have if he hadn't already had goosebumps after having walked back into the clearing. He wondered if that was something she was doing with the one power, or something she simply could do to him by being herself. Probably both. 
[@Penny]