As Jack continued to look at Analise, she fidgeted, then asked, "What? Is there something wrong with my face?"
"No," he said with a chuckle. "I'm just enjoying the view. For some reason you look cute like that."
"What? No, I'm all sweaty and..." she held out her dirty hands.
"And glowing with exertion and the pride of accomplishment. It's cute."
Then he grabbed his backpack, lifted it, and held up the tube for the water bag. "Here, hold out your hands."
She did, and he dribbled some water on them so she could rinse off the dirt. He always hiked with a full three liters of water, so he could afford to waste a little rinsing off her hands.
When she was done, he said, "I'll take over from here. I don't want you to get blisters on your hands."
"Okay."
