"That'd be it...c.mon munchkin, I'll give ya a piggy-back ride to the faucet over there." Abi readily hopped on, tears still welling in her eyes, but refusing to cry, so like her daddy. Luke walked her quickly over, starting to wash her hands gently and tenderly, taking the time to calm down. "Only some scrapes...only some scrapes," he repeated softly to himself.