Karl waited for a moment and decided that was enough time and guided her for a moment to help pick up their various finds.  He then started back and made sure she followed by gesturing for her to follow along.  

When they got back, he showed her the methods he used to clean the rabbits and roots.  

“Let's go out back and clean off before I start cooking.  The day has made quite a scent on us.”

He guided her back out to the tub and got her sandals off.  He helped her off with her clothes and had her sit on the edge.  He got some soap and let the water diverter put some water in the bottom of the tub.  He took his clothes off as well and splashed cold water on them both.  Since the day was warm it came with some relief, but he was chagrined to see his pecker shrink up in front of the gal.  At the same time, he felt some blood move down when he noticed her nipples stiffen with cold water.  

He caught her staring as his pecker changed sizes.  He thought for a second about covering himself, but she had definitely seen him so there wasn’t much purpose.  He sighed and commenced soaping them both.   Whereas yesterday was utilitarian and clinical, today’s bath had a different air.  He wasn’t inspecting and invasive, but just trying to get the job done.  He mimicked using the soap, but she still didn’t move.  So, he did the work, but his erection got worse as he soaped up her breasts and while he cleaned her nethers.  He rinsed her off and washed himself and the cold water didn’t seem to help.  

After cleaning the clothing briefly, he realized that he was going to have to make her a few more outfits.  At least thinking of chores helped kill off his erection.  

He had her sit in the kitchen near him while he made a simple stew and roast rabbit.  He explained to her, “I’m just going to give you a little rabbit since I don’t know what your stomach is going to do.”  

While that cooked, he made her another outfit so she could switch out and maybe they would last longer.  He considered making a top that was more of a shirt so her shoulders would be protected from the sun, but he did an inspection of her skin to see if she needed that but could see no indication of skin change.  He had to constantly worry about getting a burn himself and tended to wear a big hat when he was in the field.  

He ran his hand over her shoulders slowly and felt that twinge and hunger.   

“You stay here, I’ll be right back” he spouted over his shoulder as he ran out the door.  He jogged to the woods and immediately pulled his penis out and stroked himself for a moment and ejaculated hard while he hissed through clenched teeth.  

Karl cleaned up a bit with some leaves and tucked himself back into his clothes.  Although he was relieved, he felt oddly not pleased with himself.  The thoughts about his actions bothered him and he wasn’t sure why.  

As he looked up, he noticed with some chagrin that she was standing right behind him.  He started.  

“Oh, um, you gave me a fright.  I’m, ahh, uhh.  Oh hell, let’s go in and eat.”  

She made no expression.  

“Well, uh, let’s go back to the house.” He lightly grabbed her arm and moved her gently towards the house, but she appeared fixated on the last minute.  He groaned with embarrassment and realized his inability to control himself probably just caused him more of a problem.  

After a few minutes of standing, he went back to the house to check on the food.  He assumed she would come in when she was ready, and his embarrassment made him really want to not to see her for a bit. It took a bit, but she made her way to the doorway.  

“Come on in.  Listen, I’m really sorry you had to see that.  You and I are in a very strange situation.  I’m feeling my oats around you, and I know you’re healing inside and out. You’re really pretty to me…  Anyway, just sorry.”

She moved forward on her own and sat in the single kitchen chair.  That alone caught his attention.  Two things done on her own accord.  A possible sign of getting better.

After eating, where she managed to use the spoon, he cleaned up and pulled out the bottle of spirits.  He had a large pour himself and offered the bottle to her.

“I sure wish I knew your name.  Maybe someday you'll come back enough and tell me.  That will be a good day.  Do you want some spirit?  I gave some to you yesterday.  I know it doesn’t taste good, but it’ll help you sleep, and sleep is some good medicine.”

Her eyes went to the bottle.  She reached out and took a long pull.  Karl gasped and reached for the bottle.

“Oh sweetheart, that’s way too much.”  He looked on in chagrin assuming that she’d throw up, but that turned to surprise when it appeared to do absolutely nothing.  When Karl drank the spirit, it burned horribly, and it was so strong that the earth felt like it moved almost right away.  

“Well let’s get to bed and if that hits you hard then at least we’ll be in the right spot.”  

He helped her out of her clothes.  He would have to rethink the design of the top since it seemed like a two-person operation each time.  He modeled her shorts after his breeches and that night she seemed to be able to navigate the ties and pull them down.