She had soft hands, he'd noticed right away. But he waited patiently as she had her fill. He was still terribly thirsty for that one mouthful had done little more that wet his tongue. But with her filled, he crouched and dipped his hands into the water four times before he used the last to wet his face and neck and free it off sweat and dirt.

He looked up at her, in better spirits than he had been since they'd become stranded. "I'll take your word on that. I ain't ever had any."