But looking down at him, his hood fallen back and his cheeks flushed with exertion, a faint glow of sweat across his brow, Winnie finds that her brain has deposited itself somewhere outside of her body so her body is now acting without proper supervision. Which is perhaps why she lets him grab her waist and ease her gently down. Lets his hands linger on her hips as if he needs to steady her when they both know she is absolutely solid on this mostly flat ground.
