Widimir was just going to say thanks and go back to the bar but she was just sitting there. He could have sworn she knew how to speak. He thought maybe his flap was open and she was just to nice to say so, or maybe she didn’t want it to close. Either way, what he meant to be a moment to show that he was appreciative for Yngvildr’s attentiveness while he was struck with fever, was becoming one of those awkward silent moments that Widimir was uncomfortable with.

He rubbed the back of his head with a hand.

“So, er, I um, wanted to say I um,” He stammered for a second before chucking her on the arm. “That was a really swell thing of you to do. I didn’t know realize how knowledgeable you were with the male anatomy.”

It was after he said it that Widimir realized just how that sounded and he turned bright red.

“S-s-sorry, maybe I should go before either I stick my foot in my mouth or you stick your foot in my...er”

He was really starting to feel embarrassed. It was so much easier hanging out with the guys sometimes. Why did it seem like he could not think around pretty women? It was almost as if my brain was turned off. If that was true, than just what was turned on he thought.