Nakeli shook her head and waved apologetically at the shaman. "No no, I understand that you need the mask. It doesn't really bother me. I just prefer getting to see your face is all. Much better looking, by comparison."
She arched her back when he asked her what she wanted to do, almost like she was looking to the sky for answers. Tapping the rocks with her fingers, she shrugged after a minute and looked back at the shaman. Looking back down at him, she noticed how bad off he looked and brushed the sweat off of his brow tenderly.
"Well, I'm hungry and you don't look so good. I could go find us some fruit or something to snack on. And whenever we get back, I'll cook us a proper meal." Her stomach growled a bit and she nodded, "Yeah, I think that's what I'll do. When I get back, maybe we can talk... or something."
She left her last words dripping with ambiguous meaning and a smirk. Standing up, Nakeli stretched her arms above her head and looked around. She knew that there had to be some kind of fruit trees nearby. She bolted off into the trees, vanishing from sight into the foliage.
Not very long later was Nakeli coming back, her hooks jingling together in time with her steps and making the ropes they hung from sway ever so slightly. She carried in her arms the wrap-skirt that she had worn into the jungle, held like a bundle filled nearly to bursting with all manner of fruit that she knew was good for eating. Spilling the fruit out onto the rock she had sat on before, she wrapped the skirt back around her waist before taking a seat back beside the shaman.
"Here, eat. It will bring your strength back up. You're going to need it. For the walk back home, of course," Nakeli nudged him playfully and took a ripe berry into her mouth, crushing it with her tongue and savoring the sweet flavor.