Not until we get out. I promise I won't drop you.

[ and of course, he's bridal carrying Waver out of the water--- his clothes dripping with warm and strangely clear water as the blob of dirt and dust finally dissipates, effectively ruining the bath for future parties. ]

You look clean! And you smell clean. So you're fine, okay?

[ he bumps his forehead against Waver's. ]

What? Is there something wrong?