This is just the same chapter from before but in Connor/ Ratonhnhake:ton's view so feel free to skip, it's just a kind of filler as I wanted to include his thoughts.
Her hand was pressed against my forearm. The lithe fingers were wrapped around my limb, firm yet gentle. I didn't bother to look at her because I knew she was looking at me. I followed her arm, outstretched in front of her, to clasp on to me. I stepped closer. We stood in silence but soon my mind began to study her as I could see her studying me. Lakota had grown, and with my absence it had seemed she had matured into a woman over night. Her eyes looked full of wisdom and her face spoke welcoming words. She was beautiful. I pulled my arm slowly away from her but never broke contact as my hand slid down her arm to rest on her palm. Her hands were thin and long and obviously feminine, my fingertips felt bare without touching her skin. I had been studying her hands for only a second so I changed my eyes to rest on her. Where was the small, boyishly built Lakota? She had hunt from a very young age which had led to her having a different build to the other girls of the tribe, I had noticed that when we used to bathe together. Now she had a dip between her ribs and her hips-"perfect for my hands to sit" he thought to himself as he battled the urge to hold her waist. Her hair had grown and was not pleated at the very moment, looking thick and shiny. It sat around her shoulders and framed her face, the black emphasising the green of her eyes. It was funny, how different things were now. A bath shared between the two of us when we were younger was innocent and childish, but now; now the thought of it sent a rush of blood to begin pumping and my heart to thump. Without a second thought I pulled her hand to rest on my heart, hoping I could show her what she made me feel without having to express it through words. She looked shocked and a little frightened but when she felt the steady beat of my heart she relaxed and leaned into the feeling. Her eyes studied mine and even though I had told her of love in a family sense, she knew what I had meant, and I could see it in her eyes as well. She loves me.