Snapdragon Cabin.

"Two big scores in two weeks, I was planning to take a few days off. If you are sticking around then it would be a good time to practice. After that though it will be between jobs I suppose. Anyway you ready for dinner?"

Sid waits long enough for a response, but regardless of what it is he sets about cooking. It's stew again the ranger didn't know how to make much else. Still stew was simple, tasty, and easy, so tat was enough for him. As he works his mind drifts and he begins to hum under his breath. It is a simple melody, but it is haunting and beautiful. Without words it speaks of lament and loss, but also hope for something better. It accompanies him as he prepares their simple dinner.

Sid ambled into the cabin unaware that Cat hadn't followed. He busies himself chopping vegetables and meat for the nights stew. He would probably leave tomorrow just to find different fare. He really should learn how to cook something besides stew. He looks around and sees that Cat isn't present. Huh where did she get off to? He grabs the large pot he used for water and headed down to the river. Given there is only one path from the cabin to the river, he would come out of the bush where Catriona was bathing.

Sid gaped. Cat was, she was, she was... His jaw works soundlessly for a moment and he can't help, but stare. He had never seen a woman in such a state before and he was... He blushed furiously and the pot drops to the ground with a clang. He whirls around averting his eyes. Oh Gaia, he was in trouble he was in sooooo much trouble.

"I'msorryIdidn'trealizeyouwereouthere."

The words coming in a tumbling rush as he panics. Frozen in place unable to think of what to do.

"I'm sorry I needed water!"

Sid starts to turn when Cat says his name. He catches himself at the last moment and continues staring into the woods. What did he do? Oh Gaia, Gaia, Gaia, what did he do? He picks up the pot.

"For stew, to make dinner, I needed water. I didn't know!"

He is rambling now. He should leave, he should definitely leave. He shouldn't think, definitely shouldn't think. Shouldn't remember her skin, tan in some place pale in other. Her curves, her breas.... Nope, need to move need to go, need to not think about her. Even if he wanted to, even if he... Oh Gaia, what was wrong with him?

Careful to look anywhere but at Cat, Sid picks up the bucket. He goes to the river fills it without a word and then flees. He returns to the cabin and gets back to preparing dinner. He does his best to focus on the work, worried about what would happen if he thought of anything else. When the stew is done he goes outside and starts chopping firewood. Anything to keep him from thinking about Cat and her beautiful, tantalizing, b... NOPE, Chop fire wood Sid, keep chopping don't think.

Sid pointedly did not look at Cat when she returned. He put all his focus on the wood. Log after log. Lined up, chopped shoved aside. Eventually the stack of wood was gone and the smell of stew is wafting from inside the hut. Still he doesn't know if he can go inside. Every time he thinks about he knows he will have to see her. Then he thinks about what he saw and his face turns red and... Specter ambled past and pulls the door open, it was made so a smart animal could open it, the great wolf then head inside. Before he does he turns and huffs and Sid knows that the wolf is laughing at him. Swallowing his embarrassment he makes his way into the cabin. He would show Specter, he could face Cat. Even if his thoughts were still filled with... NOPE, do not go there Sidarin.

"Yes it uhm, yes it should be."

Sid tried desperatly to match Cat's calm. He was less successful blushing and obviously trying to avoid looking at her. Of course not looking at her was rather hard. Partly because the cabin was small, designed for one or two people and little else. The other reason is that he found that as embarrassed as he was he wanted to look at her. He tries to distract himself by grabbing the bowls from a cabinet and bringing them over. This was a mistake as he was now in close proximity, well closer anyway it was a small cabin. Still he soldiered on as a he handed her a bowl looking at it instead of her.

Sid filled his own bowl and sat across from Cat. The two had similar ideas as he kept his eyes on the bowl before him. Why were things so awkward? No that was obvious. Why did him seeing her naked make things awkward? That was better, but also worse. He had no answer for that except... Oh Gaia, was he attracted to her? Sid fidgets in his seat and pushes those thoughts aside. For all his pomp and bravado he was woefully inexperienced with woman. His past made him hesitant to let people get close.

Sid looked up and looked at her face. This proved to be a mistake as he immediately blushed and felt... Odd like he was filled with nervous energy, but unwilling to move. His eyes turn back to his stew and he finds he has no appetite. He should say something, he just doesn't know what. Just something, anything to relieve this awkward tension.

"So I uh, I saw you naked."

Sid snapped his mouth shut and had to resist the urge to drown himself in his stew. That was most definitely not the right thing to say. Apparently he had been wrong he shouldn't have said anything, he should have thought first. Seriously what the hell! Why was that the first thing to come to his mind. The young man started panicking, oh she was going to kill him for sure now.

Well that wasn't the angry outburst Sid had been expecting. In someways it was worse, anger would help. Anger would end the awkwardness and move it to something less... smothering. He drags his spoon through the stew and tries to think before he speaks this time. He has nothing. Why was this so hard? It shouldn't be this hard should it? I mean he only saw her naked, it wasn't like had done it on purpose. It was just a silly accident.

"I, uhm, was planning to head out tomorrow. I don't know how to make anything, but stew. So I was uh, going to go looking for some different fare."

Well that wasn't as bad as his last attempt. That was innocuous, inoffensive. He tries to eat a spoonful of stew. It feels like he is swallowing around a rock.