Turnrin slept fitfully, he kept having dreams that a massive tabby cat was trying to eat him, but he managed to doze through the entire night.
He awakened earlier than usual, probably a byproduct of falling asleep in the late afternoon as opposed to his usual sleep schedule, and sat up with a huge yawn. He took stock of his surroundings, and for a moment he was too tired to remember how he'd ended up resting with his back against a tree.
He was able to recall after a few more moments of sitting down, and that mystery solved, the monk set about trying to stand up. It proved treacherous the first time, he rose too quickly and all the blood rushed to his head, but after sitting down again for a bit he was able to right himself without falling over again.
Turnrin searched his surroundings for his new acquaintance. What was her name again? With a start, the monk realized that he had never gotten her name, it had slipped his mind completely. He saw some of her belongings so she was probably nearby. His suspicion was confirmed when he saw her walk back into camp with kindling for a fire. ((OOC: just kinda going off what you said she was doing before. A little bit of a presumption but I hope you don't mind ;)))
Now, the first thing Turnrin noticed when he caught sight of her was that she was looking much better this morning. Ok, in all honesty, that wasn't the first thing. The first thing he noticed was that she wasn't wearing her tunic. His noticing of the rest of her condition, however, came almost instantaneously after, so it was close enough to count as the first thing he noticed.
At least, that's the rationale that Turnrin reasoned out in his head as he turned around, blushing profusely. "Good morning," he called over his shoulder, "you seem to have, ah, misplaced your garments somehow."
His words came out stutteringly, and it was obvious that the monk was very, very uncomfortable.