[She rises up, her dress sticking to her, and she's fumbling at it, oh, the inhumanity of it, at least he was in his small clothes, and here she is-

She looks at him and sputters.]

You blushed to see my legs, and now sir I fear you are going to either choose to go blind or have your blood permanently in one spot!

[She's trying not to laugh, though, as she unfastens her dress and drops it, sodden, on the banks.

And then her underclothes, as well.]