They stared into each other's eyes and Lloyd felt warm from the glow emanating from her.
She took the blanket from around her, dropping it to around her hips where it no longer covered her.
She only wore the single piece of clothing, made of a dark, thin and short fragment of material.
She was barely covered but for her torso, and she didn't wear anything as undergarments.
She put her hand on the upper, inside part of her thigh and when she brought it away there was blood on her fingers.
Boyce just sat back and watched the strange unfolding of her story and actions, all of which were aimed right at Lloyd.
"Are you hurt?" Lloyd asked with much concern.
"I have a small gash in my leg! It must've happened when I was being chased by that!" she pointed at the dead pig.
"Here, let me take a look!" Lloyd offered to assist, genuinely feeling concerned for her.
He took some water on a strip of cloth that he had in his pack and wiped the wound clean, then wrapped the wound with the same cloth.