By the time she was putting the lids back on the small bottles, Killian was racing out of the water towards her. “Oh, boy! Let’s get you something to wear, shall we?” Magnolia muttered, glancing around. “Here. You can borrow my towel. It’s EvapoTech. It’s already dry.” She retrieved it and wrapped it around Killian’s shoulders. “There. Warm enough?” Killian wiggled in a way that seem to wordlessly suggest that he was, indeed, warm enough.