[Huh. So she is. Well, old habits die hard and all.] Oh! Um... well, just keep doing that then.
[That said, she reaches into over the fountain and cups her hands in it - so cold! - bringing out some (not perfect but thankfully pretty clean) water. She dumps a few loads of it onto her apron until it's properly soaked into the fabric, then grabs an edge of the dripping makeshift towel and crouches down in front of the other woman. And tries to smile gently instead of shiver, because using your own clothes for this? Not the brightest idea she's ever had.]
I'm sorry, but this may sting. Tell me when you're ready, alright?
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[That said, she reaches into over the fountain and cups her hands in it - so cold! - bringing out some (not perfect but thankfully pretty clean) water. She dumps a few loads of it onto her apron until it's properly soaked into the fabric, then grabs an edge of the dripping makeshift towel and crouches down in front of the other woman. And tries to smile gently instead of shiver, because using your own clothes for this? Not the brightest idea she's ever had.]
I'm sorry, but this may sting. Tell me when you're ready, alright?