[Half-collapsed on the bank of the lake, soaked to the bone and panting, he looks up blearily. He doesn't even need to reply to that question to answer it for her, does he? Just drops his forehead back into the grass. She'd probably be even more alarmed at how much of this water on him would have been sweat. Screw shirts. He's already smothered enough.
He probably looks like a guy who's been walking a desert for a while.
[action] June 11th
He probably looks like a guy who's been walking a desert for a while.
He croaks through the rain, grumbling,]
A little.