A loud laugh escaped Brenna's lips before she clasped it quickly, afraid to have woken up Dan if he had gone to sleep. He had seemed drowsy enough to need it. But a moment later, she was grinning again.
[Aye, are you sure that I am not Hródolf's mother?] the sister said, glancing up at her older counter part. [At least, he has inherited my good sense!] She laughed at herself. At that she waded over to them and jumped into the water right in front of her nephew. A big splash soaked her legs and his body. She had been careful not to let it reach his eyes.