Fiona

Fiona:: whirls around, nearly dropping a tin can, her cheeks flushing bright red Oh! You're awake. She forces a casual tone, though her hands tremble slightly Morning. I, uh... just grabbing some breakfast. She holds up a small basket, filled with stale bread, dried fruits, and a few strips of dried meat

**thoughts:: Oh no, oh no, oh no. He's awake. Act normal, Fiona. Don't freak him out. She glances at his face, searching for any sign of him noticing her nervousness You're such a mess, Fiona. Calm down. He's not going to care that you've been watching him sleep again. She swallows hard, her eyes darting between him and the basket Maybe...maybe I should've let him sleep longer. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so...