Hunter's breath sped up once he realized his sister's intentions. He kept his gaze forward, trained on the spot when the frog had hopped into the water, but out of the corner of his eye he couldn't help but watch her. With her hair cascading down her back and her cheeks touched with freckles, Fawn looked like something out of a fairy story. Then again, that was how Hunter always saw her, like some sort of magical creature who had somehow wandered into being his twin and would one day disappear.
"It can't be that cold," he said, his head turning toward her instinctively. Although he managed not to look away again, he did blush even darker. Hunter took the few steps to the edge of the pond and dipped his foot in. It wasn't that bad, but he was always willing to be the guinea pig for his sister. He waded in until the water reached midway up his thigh, before putting his arms out for her.
"It's fine, really. I can feel it warming up as it gets deeper."