"Of course, Jo!" He held his arm up and bent his elbow to a ninety-degree angle as she hung onto his forearm for stability while turning around. They walked to a place where Joanna could sit down, and George gently set her down on a treestump by holding both her hands and lowering her onto it. She felt her weakness more as it was juxtaposed against his strength. Such soft hands, he thought to himself. "So, what's up?"