He lay at the bottom of the boat, panting slightly. His breath fogging in the air with each. "Heather knew." He answered shortly.
Once the blood was flowing back to where it should, he moved to gather a few towels the little brunette knew they would need. Careful not to rock the boat too much. He wrapped one around her shoulders, though she was covered by his armor, the other he used to scrub her skirt in attempt to get it dry.