Boyce had found her extremely attractive, also, but the idea of this woman's presence in the forest made him wonder about her.
"She is beautiful!" Lloyd began. "I wonder who she is; how she came to be here?"
"I question her being here, at all. She's a day's journey from both the river and the end of this forest. How has she survived here?"
Boyce was becoming nervous about her and he disliked her due to his mistrust.
"How she had come into the forest, is another point." Lloyd added to Boyce's train of thought. "We shall find out, but until then let's enjoy her beautiful company."
He leaned against the ledge wall and kept his eyes on her until he poured some of the water from his sack, into his warm hand and ran it across her face.
She stirred and opened her big green eyes. She looked at Lloyd leaning over her and Boyce staring at her with frozen eyes.
She looked about at the recess in which they all were in, and she took an excited deep breath and then shivered.
She seemed frightened. Lloyd took her tiny trembling hand into his own and spoke to her.
"We're friends." he said then helped her sit up and look at the wild pig, that didn't move any more. "See — it's dead!"