He watched her wearily and with concern, as her demeanor still echoed their previous engagement. Still having a reactionary mind as well, his eyes darkened considerably as she said this. He knew not whether or not she meant this sincerely, mind still echoed from battle. He began to take a low unarmed guard stance.
Having seen her begin to relax, he realized his tense position. He straightened himself as he muttered to himself as quietly as he could, "or so you might try."
As she inquired to what happened, his mind fell blank. What did exactly happen? He quickly regained coherence of the events that preceded. The warm imitation of the nearly undressed Hakom was burned into his mind. He blushed and looked down to wood floor, now being illuminated by slivers of light in the rising sun.
He chose to ignore her question, unsure of how to answer. How could someone explain what had just happened? "I've seen a lot of crazy shit," be began, but soon stopped himself. Reaching over to his pack, he unbuttoned it and took out its final contents. A large wooden corn cob pipe emerged, along with a small pouch. Emptying a bit of its contents into his pipe, he also reached in and pulled a piece of flint. Striking up a storm of sparks, he lit the pipe as he quickly turned to her, not being able to look at her in the face directly. "I need some air," he said quickly and without emotion.
He strode out the front door, and felt the sunlight strike his body. The radiating heat made him feel better, as did the familiar smell of smoke. Walking down a path, but not out completely out of sight of the house, he sat upon a small stump, in a clearing in the woods. Being in his natural environment, along with the growing time between his clash let his heart return to normal.
In truth, he had left the house not because he was afraid, but because his blood boiled with the taste of combat. He had nearly enraged himself to a point which could not easily be returned from.