"Found a...?" Dora looked at him questioningly as she handed over one of the towels she'd gathered. She gave him a small smile. "You're dripping all over my already unclean floor." Which was something she could have easily fixed with a wave of her wand, but teasing him about it was far more enjoyable.
With one hand she started rubbing a towel over his hair, enjoying the wet bedhead look it left behind. "You look like your son," she commented lightly. "So what happened out there?"