She slowly sank back into the hammock, relaxing, her cheeks turning a slight pink as he complimented her feet. "I have always been told I have very small, dainty, and soft feet. Thank you," she said softly. She closed her eyes as he rubbed her feet, once again realizing that this was probably the most physical contact other than ballroom dancing and courtly gestures that she had ever had with a male, outside of her father. "Does it get very dark in here at night, and chilly? I hadn't really thought to ask until I noticed it was getting dark outside," she asked, looking towards the opening of the cave, where she could see the night time creeping into the surroundings outside. Then suddenly her mind got hectic, and she panicked, asking, "No wild animals come in here at night do they? What is there to stop them? What if the wolves come, or a bear, or some other wild animal?" She sat up, suddenly afraid. Her eyes widened, as her thoughts continued to circle in her head, her mind making the worst of assumptions out of fear as she imagined the many wild animals out in the forest.