"Yeah, we're just a little limited with options." Sighing, he raked a hand through his unruly hair, which somehow was common place and looked good on him, crooked nose and all. "Guess I'll be back, " he added dryly,moving away from her before informing, "I'll try to make this quick."
When he returned, he was tossing a burlap sack at her head that seemed to have been recently emptied if grains or oats.
"Rip yourself some armholes and get dressed. We should try to leave before daylight."