He got a better grip on his hatchet, feeling a bit awkward not that he was being watched, not to mention watched by someone who was holding onto him.
He took a deep breath before swinging again, chopping off a good chunk of wood that he would use for a fire later that day.
โDo-
She continued to watch, over and over. Eyes just focused onto his swinging, not a word spoken until he had asked if she's comfortable.
โI suppose so.โ
She's not flirting currently, neither has acknowledgement upon his fluster, but is just perching on him; like a bat.