Killian's face fell.
"Oh, I'm sorry then." he bowed his head. "But if you should change your mind," he afforded her a charming, soft grin. "You can find me at the Connlaothian barracks," he rolle dhis eyes, thinking about that make shift mess. "Or rather, the scrap hall behind the tavern." Nodding, he bid her farewell and turned around to leave, but not without glancing back at her disappearing form into the forest.
Walking back through the village, he headed back towards his men. He supposed, well, he should probably report. Taking in a deep breath, he pressed forward and clanked his way noisily to his room, where he unpacked, ate with his men and found himself becoming a sweaty mess as he practiced his routines. By the time all was said and done, he found himself collapsing onto his bed side by candle lit, brushing the sweat from his forehead and using a make shift wash basin to clean off.
For a long moment, he stared at his reflection int he mirror after he washed his face. Staring at his blue eyes and thinking...
thinking back to that woman back in the market.
"Damn it, Killian. You're so clumsy," he chided to his reflection, then sighed and turned back around, slipping on a heavy wool lined, fur jacket before going outside and shivering as he took a stroll to clear his mind.