He placed the glass and jug on the nightstand, summoned a towel from a neat pile on a shelf, and carefully wiped her face and throat of the spilled water.
"You're welcome, Emma," he said, noticing that she quickly shut her eyes. "Too bright, isn't it?" He could have shut off the power, but didn't want to risk interfering with her equipment, so instead, he located the likely switch on the wall - how primitive - and flipped it. The lights went off. All that remained was a thin strip of daylight, leaking under the window blind.