Cam kneeled at the shore and held his head underwater for as long as he could before coming up for air. He slicked his hair back as he breathed in deeply, feeling utterly refreshed.<br/><br/>“It’s the simple things, isn’t it?” he asked rhetorically. “Like water in the desert. One of the best things ever.” He returned Mare’s glance with a smile, his eyes lingering on hers for a moment.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wow…</span>he thought before forcing himself to look away. He had work to do.<br/><br/>A few minutes later the canteens were filled but Bronzey wasn't quite ready to leave. Cam decided not to push the horse after the day they’d all had. Instead he sat down next to Mare.<br/><br/>“You have some incredible art there,” he said in a genuinely impressed tone. Since she had rolled up her sleeves Cam assumed she didn't mind getting compliments on them. “They’re so intricate. I don't know who could even draw that, let alone tattoo it. Let me know if you don't want to talk about them.”<br/><br/>Cam’s eyes were drawn to her fingertips where he guessed her powers stemmed from. He found it amazing that there didn't seem to be any injuries, scars of even soot stains on her hands anywhere. As he looked he felt the urge to press his fingertip against hers to see what would happen. He slowly brought his index finger closer to hers, glancing at her emerald eyes first for permission. After the faintest of touches he pulled back quickly expecting the worst.<br/><br/>Nothing happened, so he decided to try it again. The second time, though, he recoiled in pain with a yelp and shook his hand violently.<br/><br/>“Damn! Really?” He asked accusingly.<br/><br/>Just as she was about to react he stopped shaking his hand and smiled.<br/><br/>“Just kidding,” he said with a grin.