Christopher hated anyone being sick and as he pulled himself to stand he tried to block out the sounds of wretching lest he begin to do the same. Both of them littering the bank with their own bile would not be a nice experience and thankfully Christopher managed to control his stomach.
"Do not apologise," he told her, shaking his head. His shirt and trousers were sticking to his skin and his hair was plastered all over his face. "I have not been for a dip in a long time..."