"I don't mind wet," that was just a dark, dark promise of a statement honestly. Water? Yeah, just making sure nothing else was wrong. That this was voluntary wet. She wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders but hr arms were firm as she wrapped around Nat.

"In the morning mayhap," Khemrys agreed, rising from the edge of the bed. "And be sure she has water, lord Nathaniel, and a good strong meal to aid against further shakes later." Not immediate perhaps...