Lights, camera, and action.
He heard the ruffling of the bushes and turned to see Aamon come back with his shirt in his hands, dripping wet as ever as he let out a heavy breath tired. When he noticed that she was up, he quickly came to her and began to wipe her forehead. She closed her eyes, feeling the cold settle in as the heat slowly subsided.
They didn't say a word to each other as he continued to wipe her, and when he felt the cold on the cloth disappear, he pulled the cloth away and twisted it until the water was gone. He then wiped the water away and observed her. When he could see that there was no harm or pain, he couldn't help but caress her skin but when he remembered where they were, he pulled away.
