[ He places her bow on the table next to her before reaching for the esteemed vulnerary from his robe. Midway there, he frowns... and stares down at his soaked robe and hands. Best not drip on her and the vulnerary (even if she's already dripping herself??), so he takes a moment to flap his hands free of droplets and wring the worst of the water from his sleeves, to be shortly pushed up to the elbow.
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Your arm?