Easier said than done when you're naked.

[Said with a slightly humorous uptick to his voice, taking deliberate strides to the other side of Nate where there's less to tempt his ankles with in terms of the itchy caress of poisonous plants. He crosses his arms because he feels goosebumps rise on his skin, finger skimming over them as he briefly looks away - what direction will lead them somewhere? Hard to tell.]

Magic trumps rock, but similar minds...

[He wants to ask more about magic but he also doesn't want to be nosy. Or well, appear that nosy.]

Would you mind if I stuck with you until hopefully out of these woods?