Arturo stood there, still holding the girl's hands, water dripping from him. He looked around at his men, they stood transfixed a moment having witnessed his dousing and her magic. He didn't know what had just happened, it was beyond his knowledge. He was just a soldier, a damned good one, but a solider none-the-less. He did know one thing. How he reacted would determine how his men treated the girl.

“Get you're no good selves to work! Camp won't set up itself!” barked making everyone jump and move to finish their work.

He looked back at the girl and frowned. Her brow was furled as is she were in pain. He really wasn't sure what to do, but he wanted to make her okay. He released her hand and lifted his toward her face as if to stroke away the frown, but he stopped. Clenching his fist, he let it drop to his side. He didn't know what spell she had cast over him that made his wits addled where she was concerned. He was a prince! He was General Arturo Mattenger! He bowed and cowed to no one, least of all a slip of a girl.

When she looked at him with those too large eyes, he cursed knowing in his heart his bravado was for nothing where she was concerned. “Come, let us find you something dried and warmer to wear,” he said drawing her toward the fire that had already been lit. “Sean! Bring me your spare clothes!” he ordered his squire. While, the young man was no where as small as the young water-sorceress, his clothes would have the better fit.

“Aye, mi'lord,” he scurried off to do as bid. He brought back a small bundle of clothes he handed to the Amber. He handed another similar bundle to Arturo. “I've set up your tent.”

Arturo nodded and looked at the girl. “Come, lets get you out of your wet clothing and back to the fire to dry. You'll feel a bit better.”