Mostly bashful and just a bit confused because most people - especially humans, assuming he was one - didn't look at her and think beautiful. Usually weird or some even more unpleasant words spoken in hushed tones they thought she could not hear.

"Oh - be careful." She called, peering around a little more pointedly now to assure no one or no thing decided now would be a good time to pounce on him. Thankfully, Eskel returned unscathed and now with a very familiar bag in his hand.

"It is mine." She said, bewildered. She crouched down to open the slightly waterlogged leather bag, pulling out a few items - a now damp journal, a book with a half-naked man holding what appeared to be a swooning woman called A Knight In Lodorrim's keep, and a short white dress buried at the bottom. "I do not recall packing much of this..." especially not the book. Mostly because she had read it already and had no use for it in the castle she was in. "I suppose this solves my clothing issue for now."