" Oh, any place will do. The girls will stay close to me," she said, shifting with a sigh back to her bent human shape. They settled near the orchard, where the apples were starting to fall, and the chickens eagerly cleaned up the fallen fruit as well as the bugs attracted to the orchard's bounty. Settling slowly onto her stool, Magatha laid her cane across her lap. " So, you are a handsome man. Have you no wife yet? Certainly not for lack of prospective ladies, I'm sure!" She cackled merrily.
Rayko looked to the chickens as they made contented sounds, as they discovered the sweet treats of the over ripe apples. At Martha's question, he focused on his hand and the blade of grass he'd pick to twine absently around his finger, while he thought of the best way to answer her. "My lady Martha, you do flatter me with your high esteem of my looks. But alas, I am not married. I guess you could say, I am married to a vow, for it is my only purpose now." He said truthfully, before raising his eyes to meet her piercing gaze.