[ For the most part, his curiosity has curbed her alarm and she has time to gather her thoughts.]
Well, in the wild they build hives to live in. The flowers, they only visit for nectar and pollen. Then, they go home. But to get honey, we’d have to destroy the home they make for themselves.
[ She wonders if she’s explaining decently or if she should go further, but decides to let him be the conversation guide. Claire picks her sandpaper back up and continues, glancing up at him. ]
Nanaue mostly gets along with bees. Probably because their stings can't really puncture his tough hide, and so he has no reason to panic over the pain of many stings if he were to say, stumble directly into a nest on more than one occasion.
Once he no longer has the bee house, he just stands there, watching here sand the wood, slightly slack-jawed.
It's like the pose of a child that wants to help, but isn't sure how. ]
[ Splinters? His mouth hangs open. Thick hide means never knowing what a splinter is, at least not one smaller than a dinner knife.
He looks at the empty seat, then nods, folding himself down to keep watching for a moment. After a minute he picks up some sandpaper, inspecting it close to his face before lowering it to a piece of wood. He watches her for approval as he rubs the rough side against the wood once, then again. It's clear he's trying to be gentle, though his version of 'gentle' is still strong enough to shave off a few layers in those two strokes. ]
[ Claire watches and realizes she should just let him handle the entire pile. She'll be done tonight. ]
Once you have it about like this [ She points to the piece of wood he's working on. ] then you can move on to the next. In fact, if you'd like to take care of these, then I can begin making the frames. I could get at least one done before the light goes, I think.
[ Finding herself excited at the prospect, she looks at Nanaue with a bright smile. ]
Of course, you may have other things you'd rather be doing...
[ She has no idea what a shark does day to day, when not in the ocean. ]
[ He looks confused at first, looking between her and the wood, then inspecting it to see what she means about how he already has it sanded down before nodding again. Time to move on to the next. He will be done very fast.
But before that, her question - ]
... lunch.
[ He is always, always hungry. If not distracted by something else, it's all he can really think about. But this right now is enough to keep his mind off of that (except for her asking), so after his monosyllabic answer he goes back to shaving down the next piece of wood. ]
[ Claire nods approvingly at his work, then gets busy with her new project. She’s hoping to have the hives done by the end of the week. Then, she’ll need to go bee hunting. Suddenly, she realizes she might have another job for Nanaue. But first—]
I’m not sure what you eat, but if it’s something I could make, I’d be happy to, as a thank you for helping, once you’re done.
[ She has no idea if this is possible and she might sound look a fool, but there’s no harm in offering, she hopes. ]
[ What in Christ's name has she gotten herself into? Claire puts down her things, not sure she should stop a shark from hunting, and simply gathers her skirts in hand to follow. With no clue what she's about to see, he can't blame her if she seems nervous. This is what one might call new territory for her. ]
Have you been in Solvunn long? I don't believe we've ever crossed paths before.
[ Is she supposed to be quiet? No idea, but she does speak softly. ]
[ Quiet is good. Nanaue, she might be surprised to notice, moves very quietly despite his size. At least when he's focused and getting ready to hunt. ]
Me here... [ he thinks for a moment, looking down distractedly at his fingers like he means to start counting - but no, now it not the time to be doing maths. So she won't get a clear answer from him on that topic.
In fact, after they reach the edge of the forest and into the trees he suddenly picks up speed, fixed on something beyond the bushes. An ambush predator he is not - it's full tilt with the speed of a train and the eerily silence of his movement until he disappears - and followed by the terrible death squeals of some dying fauna.
Will she investigate?
If so, she will find Nanaue standing confidently in a clearing, holding a headless deer by its rear legs. ]
[ It takes a few seconds for her to catch up, and all the while she's wondering how about so many things. When she's about five paces away from the bushes, Claire hears the noises and winces, eyebrows drawn tightly together. She didn't realize it would be quite so noisy.
She isn't squeamish by nature, she's been up to her knees and elbows in blood and gore, so it isn't so much the sight of the deer with no head as it is Nanaue holding it up proudly that has her gaping. Voiceless, for a few moments, she says the only thing that comes to mind first. ]
Your hunting would make it so much simpler to field dress a deer.
[ People have to eat, and Jamie had brought her more than one deer during their time at Lallybroch. Jenny showed her how to take care of skinning and removing the organs, using just about every part. It isn't just food either; Claire uses different parts of the innards in her medicine.
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Well, in the wild they build hives to live in. The flowers, they only visit for nectar and pollen. Then, they go home. But to get honey, we’d have to destroy the home they make for themselves.
[ She wonders if she’s explaining decently or if she should go further, but decides to let him be the conversation guide. Claire picks her sandpaper back up and continues, glancing up at him. ]
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Nanaue mostly gets along with bees. Probably because their stings can't really puncture his tough hide, and so he has no reason to panic over the pain of many stings if he were to say, stumble directly into a nest on more than one occasion.
Once he no longer has the bee house, he just stands there, watching here sand the wood, slightly slack-jawed.
It's like the pose of a child that wants to help, but isn't sure how. ]
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We don't want anyone getting splinters while handling the hives. So I'm smoothing away the sharp edges. I wouldn't mind the help, if you're willing.
[ She smiles softly, nodding to the seat beside her. ]
I'm Claire.
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[ Splinters? His mouth hangs open. Thick hide means never knowing what a splinter is, at least not one smaller than a dinner knife.
He looks at the empty seat, then nods, folding himself down to keep watching for a moment. After a minute he picks up some sandpaper, inspecting it close to his face before lowering it to a piece of wood. He watches her for approval as he rubs the rough side against the wood once, then again. It's clear he's trying to be gentle, though his version of 'gentle' is still strong enough to shave off a few layers in those two strokes. ]
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[ Claire watches and realizes she should just let him handle the entire pile. She'll be done tonight. ]
Once you have it about like this [ She points to the piece of wood he's working on. ] then you can move on to the next. In fact, if you'd like to take care of these, then I can begin making the frames. I could get at least one done before the light goes, I think.
[ Finding herself excited at the prospect, she looks at Nanaue with a bright smile. ]
Of course, you may have other things you'd rather be doing...
[ She has no idea what a shark does day to day, when not in the ocean. ]
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But before that, her question - ]
... lunch.
[ He is always, always hungry. If not distracted by something else, it's all he can really think about. But this right now is enough to keep his mind off of that (except for her asking), so after his monosyllabic answer he goes back to shaving down the next piece of wood. ]
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I’m not sure what you eat, but if it’s something I could make, I’d be happy to, as a thank you for helping, once you’re done.
[ She has no idea if this is possible and she might sound look a fool, but there’s no harm in offering, she hopes. ]
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You magic...?
[ Wanda makes pigs appear for him. But she's the only one who has done that so far. He thinks for another second. ]
Hunt forest? [ That is his other method of getting fed. ]
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[ She's a good shot with both gun and bow, though. But she has no idea what conversation she's getting herself into. ]
I can't hunt but I'm not a very good tracker.
[ That was all Jamie, she knows her weakness. ]
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Me good hunt. Me show.
[ He places the wood and sandpaper down, then starts walking in the direction of the woods.
If she doesn't stop him, he'll be gone for a little while. ]
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Have you been in Solvunn long? I don't believe we've ever crossed paths before.
[ Is she supposed to be quiet? No idea, but she does speak softly. ]
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Me here... [ he thinks for a moment, looking down distractedly at his fingers like he means to start counting - but no, now it not the time to be doing maths. So she won't get a clear answer from him on that topic.
In fact, after they reach the edge of the forest and into the trees he suddenly picks up speed, fixed on something beyond the bushes. An ambush predator he is not - it's full tilt with the speed of a train and the eerily silence of his movement until he disappears - and followed by the terrible death squeals of some dying fauna.
Will she investigate?
If so, she will find Nanaue standing confidently in a clearing, holding a headless deer by its rear legs. ]
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She isn't squeamish by nature, she's been up to her knees and elbows in blood and gore, so it isn't so much the sight of the deer with no head as it is Nanaue holding it up proudly that has her gaping. Voiceless, for a few moments, she says the only thing that comes to mind first. ]
Your hunting would make it so much simpler to field dress a deer.
[ People have to eat, and Jamie had brought her more than one deer during their time at Lallybroch. Jenny showed her how to take care of skinning and removing the organs, using just about every part. It isn't just food either; Claire uses different parts of the innards in her medicine.
No one wants to know. ]
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Nanaue holds it out in her direction. ]
You want share?
[ He's been trying to be good about sharing. That's why he only bit the head off first. ]
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No, by all means, this is your supper. I prefer mine cooked.
[ Does she let him have privacy and turn away? It seems rude to stare; she'd hate it if someone watched her eat. ]