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Kara jumped backwards as the water leapt from the mug but the realisation of what was happening had come too late, and she found herself watching as half of it moved in a graceful arc to land directly on her apron, while a few splashes made their way to her face and arms.
Náin rose, horrified, still clutching his now empty mug in his hands, and began an apology with a level of stuttering and stumbling that Kara hadn't heard from him in weeks.
"K-K-Kara, m-my, I'm sorry! It was ... you must ... I ..."
Whisking the apron off and using the few remaining patches that weren't soaked through to dry the rest of her, Kara waved his apology off with a smile. It had been partly her fault anyway, she had noticed that the Dwarf seemed to be distracted this morning but hadn't thought to use caution because of it. Noticing that the water had managed to cover most of Náin as well she handed him the cloth from over her shoulder and motioned for him to use it.
"It's quite alright." She said, as Náin showed no signs of halting his bumbling apology. "Look, most of it landed on the apron anyway and I'm not going to wear that outside. I'll hang this out before we leave and it'll be dry as a bone by the time we get back. In fact I just came to say that I was going to get my things and then we can go. Are you ready or do you need to wait til you dry off a bit?"
She waited patiently for an answer, holding the apron to the side as it continued to drip water on to the floor.
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