Distracted by what? By his proximity, and the discomfort that must mean for a person so unused to company? Was there something on his face? Granted, he'd had no mirror, literally or figuratively, for years.

But she was still smiling. Still grinning, eyes flashing, and he could not for the life of him figure out what might lead to such an expression. Maybe she really was that excited about fishing. Either way, he could distract himself a few minutes with the task of retrieving their kill, the large fish coming into sight slowly as they pulled it up together. It was fat and healthy, and would feed them both for awhile if salted or cured.

He had to move away to land it, of course, and he immediately felt the cold lack of her body against his and told himself not to dwell on it like some sort of pervert.

"So, what do you think?" he asked when they had the fish laid out and the spear was back in the water. "Could you do this on your own?"