"Yeah, it really is," Steve agrees, looking up at the blanket of stars as he walks behind Maeve, holding a hand out to let it hover near her lower back just in case she slips, though he's careful not to let her see him doing it.

Once they get back to the campground proper, they pass a site where the people they saw at the lake earlier are sitting around a roaring campfire. One of them wolf whistles at the site of Maeve's bare legs and Steve's shirtlessness, but it's a good-natured, happy sound.

"Come have some beers with us later if you want!" One of the girls calls out, and Steve gives her a lazy salute as they pass. Once they're back to their own site, Steve curls his hand around Maeve's hip from behind and leans in to kiss her temple.

"Why don't you go in the tent and put on something dry," he offers, kissing her again before stepping away. "And I'll build the fire back up."