Mayt would be silent for a while, walking at a perfect beat, and he has a stone-cold look on his face. He's obviously a tad tired, but he seems intent. Like he's going to do this job, and he's going to do it well. His hand fidgets oddly eagerly on the hilt of his weapon, almost as if he wants an excuse to draw it. He doesn't glance at Sahsa once for half an hour, and at that time he starts breathing in and out slowly, trying to relax. He eventually stops for a moment and leans against something, anything, sticking out of the ground, putting his other hand to his temple. He pants heavily for a few moments before recovering, and he pushes he back up against what he was just leaning against.

"God. Hell. Ow. That was a mistake. Ngh." Mayt gasps out lightly. His skin is slightly flushed, and Sasha can see what he's leaning on start to heat up slowly. After a few moments he pushes off the object and stumbles back into the middle of the road, rubbing his temples. The heat field around him's temperature doubled, and he looks like he might faint for a moment. Sasha feels a burst of heat as he dispels the field. After a few moments he seems to recover, panting, and he looks apologetically over at her. "Sorry I was trying something, and, well, it didn't work, obviously." He straightens up, stretching a little. He stands still a moment, closing his eyes, as he re-creates his normal heat buffer. Once he has it back and under control, he opens his eyes, and motions to continue walking, giving her another apologetic look.