Of all the times to be distracted by how Christopher looked, this was a really, really bad time. Fall in a lake, check out your rescuer, yeah, that made sense. Thérèse cleared her throat and huddled closer into herself on the bench, her eyes still on Christopher nonetheless. "I... I'm so clumsy... m'sorry." She looked around herself, acutely aware of her state of dress.
"I, I should go and change, lest I catch a chill. I don't want to become ill and cause even more burden." She cleared her throat again and stood up, arranging her skirts and beginning to move away from the lake, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, a sheepish expression on her face.