He was sitting outside since he was not aware with someone in his living space once more. Did she have to look so much like his beloved wife? The ache he felt in his heart was not only that but for fooling himself that his son would come running up to the porch with a large smile on his face. Coffee on the porch? He was reliving a sweet memory, no matter how much he hoped and even prayed, his son would not come out of nowhere and run into his lap.<br/><br/>Uther was not sure how long he stared out at nothing, but the sounds inside grabbed his attention. Walking back in with an empty mug and more than enough time passing to give her a chance to change into one of his wife's favorite dresses he was unable to look away.<strong>"How goes your gun work?"</strong>He asked before turning to walk away.<strong>"You don't have to do that...It's not necessary, I am capable of cooking on my own."</strong>The Marshall lied, the proof had been around the dirty kitchen in the morning but he did not want her thinking that he was making her do what she was doing.<br/><br/>The man took a seat at the table and pretended to look away but was unable to, less when he realized she wore nothing under the dress. She fit the garment well, to well for his liking.