Thérèse wasn't laughing. Thérèse was torn between crying from the shock, throwing up because of the water, and hurriedly trying to cover herself. A thin cotton chemise and water meant that she was rather exposed for the second time that day, and she felt her cheeks burning as she scrambled onto the bank. "I... I..."
No more words, as she all but crawled over to a nearby bush and emptied the contents over her stomach behind it, hugging her waist, coughing as she did so. Oh, that was awful. And now she'd gotten that out of the way, she could focus on how cold and exposed she felt.
But as she turned back to Chris, she had to hesitate for a moment. God, he was an attractive man... she found herself staring for a moment, before she remembered herself and looked away, sitting back on the bench. "I'm so sorry... I'm so clumsy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Chris."