[GOD. He is a FOOL. His face smacks with embarrassment, but he at least doesn't turn bright red or anything.]

I'm dry.

[He wonders if Huaisang is put off enough about the lake water to need to go back immediately. He reaches up between them, but pauses and curls his hand into a fist. There's a brief moment of him not knowing what he had planned to do with it. Maybe he should put the bell back on; damn, he's lacking clarity.

So he ends up putting it on Huaisang's shoulder and squeezing once, for lack of having hover hand.]

Here. Keep these with you. I'll carry yours. [Since everything is wet.] I'm sure they have sent several search parties for us already.