"Mmm," she agrees. She's already half-asleep. His body is warm, and she curls up tightly under his arm. "Sorry I'm getting you wet," she murmurs. Even her hair is dripping, and she's glad she can't see what a bird's nest it must look like.

She'd be glad to tell him that she wouldn't cut him, maybe tease him about his hair, but she's already asleep.