Nothing, you hug her.

She kept going, "I already said it's ok, I know I went too far. Like I always d-"

This time you hugged her.

"Thank you too, I don't think I've ever had a friend like you either."

It seemed like an eternity before she hugged you back, and suddenly you understood her earlier doubts. It was another eternity before you both let go.

"I'm sorry," you say, unsure what's happening.

"Don't be! It's my fault."

"It's not your fault, I didn't know how to respond back at the lake."

"But you intuitively didn't respond.."

"No, I intuitively wanted to..I just didn't know if I should."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

It's really dark at this point so you can't say for sure, but you're pretty sure by her silence and the few features you can make out by the light from the stars and the moon that she's blushing a lot.

A little bit later she walks up beside you and leans her head on your shoulder, "I'm sorry I hesitated as well. I didn't know.."

You hugged her again, this time pulling every bit of her into you, **** to hold her, to love her, to let her know that you mean it.

You both quietly enter the hut once you get back, Thomas snoring in a makeshift bed out of spare blankets.

"Sleepyhead," she rolls her eyes. You wonder what happened between them.