Weston was so shocked by the fall he hardly noticed that twigs were the only thing under his bum. After he heard Kat complain, a smile spread cross his face. "Well, I see the cat fell prey to the dog," Weston said jokingly. "Here let me help you," he said, heaving his weight from on top of her then he pulling her up to her feet. "What would I be if I was to take advantage of this situation. A vile being I'd say." He began to brush all the twigs and leaves from her body as if he were trying to care for his own child. "Uhh..do me a favor and keep this between you and me OK?" With that said, he grabbed his rifle and ran off into the forest.