as he sits by his tent, skinning a squirrel to feed his group, you watch out the window of your bedroom, seeing his biceps glisten with sweat under the sun. you grab a cold glass of ice water from the kitchen, bringing it out to him. he looks up at you.

"s'all this?" he mutters.

"it's hot out. thought y'might wanna keep hydrated.." you fiddle with your braid nervously.

"... thanks, little lady." he mutters, draining the glass and handing it to you. you walk off to the house.