Aberforth ignored the way it made him feel to have her tilt her head into his touch. It was an odd sensation -- shortness of breath, stuttering of heart, one he attributed to the altitude almost immediately because he was not about to take such feelings into consideration at a time such as this. Tucking one last loose strand behind her ear, he returned his hands to himself again ignoring the sense of loss that brought as he rooted around in his supplies to see what else he had brought. Aberforth had closed himself off to feeling for so long that he could no longer recognize it for what it was. He, of course, knew he felt fondly for her but beyond that any warning signs were not seen for what they were.
When she began to drink from the bottle of water, he paused to look up at her and smile. "Better?" he asked, raising a brow as he held her gaze. "You should eat something as well, soak up the adrenaline so you don't feel ill. I have some granola bars, if you'd like."