His little bit of clan were quite traditional and didn't take very much with the Kirk. Of course, they'd been such firm supporters of the house of Stuart that it kind of still dribbled down through the generations. And the Stuarts had been very much Catholic (but being royals as well that didn't mean too much). Too bad the English had full out kicked their asses.
Jamie focused on making sure his breathing didn't get too out of control as they marched through the trees. It wasn't like he tired easily though. He may not have been a sporty type or built like a bloody viking like some he'd known but he knew how to hike. Converse sneakers weren't the best for it but he'd make do.
He was surprised to see Cathair removing the outer shirt and for a moment, wondered exactly what was going on... Especially once he started ripping the cloth up. "Er, what're you doing?" His confusion was quite obvious.