Catherine was glad to see him get a hold on himself.  Like all craftsman, as soon as he had his tools in his hand, he became more confident.  He was right, though.  There was no hurrying the job, or she'd be dumped in a cave somewhere as the saddle fell apart with her on Shira's back.  While there had been things to do and people to see, she had been able to deal with the delay.  This waiting was interminable though and she paced the stable with a restless energy.  Every so often, she'd go over to see how the boy was coming along, but it seemed to make him nervous, so she quit watching and went outside to look around.  She knew Whisper was about somewhere scouting the area and keeping lookout for any intruders.  She thought about going into town for a drink, but felt she should probably stay with Shira in case the boy got cold feet again.