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He cast his wheat gaze earthwards as a chuckle escaped, his grin morphing from playful to sheepish. He felt a warmth color his cheeks, forcing his gaze back to the hellfire of Simmik's as he answered: "I was just checking up on you. I'm sure you're as tough as any girl back home but I got a little worried when I smelt your scent coming out this way." The outlaw could only hope this wouldn't offend her. Some women didn't care for chivalry, which Matias could respect -- he'd grown up around strong, independent types and those were what naturally drew him in. Didn't mean he wasn't protective though. 

"What are you doing out here? Just stretching your legs?" Matias rumbled conversationally, settling leisurely on his mocha haunches as he waited for her reply.