She looks between him and the ground, it ceases to make any sort of sense but then again—her being here was just as mysterious, one day she knows the lay of the land, the next it is as unfamiliar to her as the very first day she stepped foot beyond the reach. "Hm." She says simply, with a dismissive shrug, rising again to wander a few paces toward the underbrush, where she gestures with a nod of her head. "Dunno how you managed it, but theres a stream near here you can wash off in."

He was filthy, though that was understandable given the circumstances, Envy was still eager to usher him towards the water, offended by his dirt-scent, it was rather overpowering; jus' lookin at him made her shiver, as if it was caked between her paws n' not his—So she could hazard a guess as to how he was feeling about it.