By the time they were back into the palace, water was still dripping down from her clothes. She looked worn out but equally excited. She smiled gratefully at him and Lorcán couldn’t take his eyes off her. How she looked so fresh with her hair sticking around her face and the exhaustion he could point out on her face. “You should get changed, he pointed out when he found her staring down at her now drenched and sticking gown.”
She looked up at him with a pout on her lips, “I don’t have any clothes, and staying like this until I dry off...”
He shook his head and drop down the things he was holding. “That can’t happen, you know. Come.” He delicately held her wrist and began to walk, she was smiling at him. He was dripping too, but he didn't seem to mind that he could catch a cold but her. H
