Despite that Haurchefant wanted to pretend that it did happen and that he was hoping they're something more between them, he seems calm about it and wasn't fretting about it. The hunt will redirect her energy and distract her mind from what just transpired. If there is any sign of him looking bothered what happened, there isn't any. He pulled away to give her some space to figured out what just happened.

Lunched passed and he gathered his hunting tools and two close friends within his platoon to accompany them both as a party. They ventured out to the snow-covered highlands to find a herd of efts, type of Coerthans local salamander, by the riverbank. It's a matter of shooting one of the creatures down with arrows and ending it with a slice from the sword. "We got it. We just need one. Let's return back to the camp promptly."

It's a matter of taking the poor carcass of the creature back to the camp and let the camp culinarians cooked it and grill it just in time for the evening meal.