She snatched the towel and wrapped it around herself. Her cheeks were bright red, and she was dripping wet. She was a bit lost for words, still wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
Finally, she pressed her lips together and stood up a bit straighter, holding up her towel. "Your grace, if I might trouble you for my bells?" Yes, pretend she wasn't naked in his garden. That was the key for dignity.