After a minute, she's finally brave enough to look at his face and offers him a wan smile. "Well, we managed." She resolutely ignores the sight of so much bare skin.

"Hn." He reaches up with his arm and pulls the mass of heavy, wet hair over his shoulder, trying to squeeze out the excess water.

Without a word, she returns to her pack, rooting around until she manages to find her brush. Quickly pulling her hair from the bristles, she holds it up and offers a sheepish smile. "Might as well?"

His lips purse, but he consents to it.