Thérèse couldn't help but blush, ducking her head for a moment before leaning in to give Christopher a gentle hug. "You are a very sweet man. I'm grateful." She pulled back eventually, studying his lip again, not quite noticing how close she was. "Forgive me, but I won't be happy until I've made sure it's clean and healing well. One moment."
She stood up from the bench and went to the edge of the lack, navigating the rocks and slippery verge. She was planning on just wetting her hands, to clean the cut, but, as seemed the norm, her body had other ideas and suddenly, she felt the world wobbling, her centre of balance faltering. And then she'd overbalanced entirely, and with a shriek, she'd fallen headfirst into the lake. Oh dear. This was where she wished she could swim, and it also happened to be a lot deeper than she'd expected.