It was perhaps, a good thing Arya didn't faint in the cove - Zachary would likely not be free of chains for long if someone had come along with a fainted woman on the beach and a naked man towering over her to wake her. No... that wouldn't be good at all. Instead, Zach is entirely unaware of the bout of dizziness that overcomes his new friend, the woman taking breaths to steady herself from being wrapped in his arms. Nakedness was nothing new to the man, he would streak across the city if he could! Not really... or maybe just a little, Zachary loved nothing more than a good shock factor. Although, being a shifter meant that you were around naked people all the time, especially if you lived in a pack. Willy didn't think twice about being naked in front of Arya, she was, in fact, a shifter too and the thought of modesty didn't cross his mind, nor would it ever.

Still, the man is hardly aware of all the thoughts racing through Arya's mind as he cups her cheeks in his warm hands only to spin her into a hug and releases her to finish changing. When she falls on the ground and sits there, Zach is simply turned away from her, not realizing the woman was indeed about to pass out. Shrugging on the clothes, he deftly slips the plastic bag into his pocket and holds his sandals with his other hand as he faces his friend, Zach grinning down at her as he explains his side of the story. When Arya responds, he can't help but frown slightly, the smile fading as his brows furrow at her, only for that sheepish grin to return as Arya fights back amusement. "Well, most young people aren't nice to me so I just assumed you might have been older? I don't know," he grins at her happily, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, the pain in his cheek fading slowly. As he rushes to a new topic, his thanks rolling off his tongue before he admits that she's cute.

Still, Zachary is oblivious to the redness in her face, the embarrassment that washes over the woman in front of him. Instead, his dark eyes are lifted, gazing up at the cove and the staircase leading to civilization. Reaching down and grasping her hand, he takes long, excited, strides to get to the staircase and up it, dragging the poor woman behind him. He was rather tall, especially compared to Arya, his stride lengths perhaps double to one of her's and yet, Zach is far too excited to reach the top and begin exploring. When they reach their destination, he releases the woman's hands, his eyes darting every which way to take in the sights. Excitement filling him like a child, he's pointing out things to the ever patient Arya. When she explains, his eyes light up and he's very nearly ready to drag her towards those tourist traps, at least he was until a rumbling noise echoes from his stomach.

A hand clamps across his abdomen, his sheepish grin directed at Arya as he explains. He can't help but widen that grin as she offers him food, Zachary rather pleased before he's reaching down and taking her hand again and practically dragging her across the beach. It was, perhaps, not an intimate touch to Willy, the man used to close contact with his pod, hugging, touching, close knit, those were all normal to him, it hardly dawned on him that Arya was not like his pod. Shoot, the man didn't even realize he was the reason the poor girl was going to pass out on the ground!

When he gets closer to the shops, he slows down, his hand releasing her tiny palm before dropping his sandals to the ground and slipping them on. The black asphalt didn't look too promising on his feet and he was not about to make the same mistake twice. He once burned his feet so badly on black top, he couldn't walk without a limp for weeks. Probably one of his more painful experiences. Glancing around, he quickly finds a cart serving hotdogs, his stomach growling again in response to the scent. "Oooooh, let's go get a hotdog," he grins down at Arya before he makes a beeline for the stand. He easily makes a path through the crowd, most people willing to move out of his way due to his height, no one wanted to be stepped on accidentally. Stopping in front of the cart, he looks back at Arya with a grin before he orders, "Can I have three? Will you load them up?" He asks, his mouth practically salivating at the thought of stuffing his face.

His gaze falls back to Arya, only now realizing the redness in her cheeks, brows raised in shock, "Arya? Are you okay? Did you spend too much time in the sun?" He asks, worry filling his gaze as his large hands reach down to touch her cheeks gently, before he leans down and presses his cheek to her forehead. "You're a little warm, we should get you some water and sit in the shade for awhile," he murmurs after pulling away, hardly realizing that her blazing cheeks were... the cause of him doing the unpredictable. "Can we also get two waters?" He asks, turning back to the vendor.

Zachary Williams