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"Are you ready or do you need to wait til you dry off a bit?"
Náin could not, in honesty, say that he was ready. However, that was not the fault of the water, nor was it likely to be remedied by waiting longer. In fact, to judge by the condition of his stomach, he was unlikely to get readier by waiting.
"N-n-no, fine is drying-- I mean, drying isn't fine. I mean that I'm fine drying going on. On the go." Curses! A fine way to start the day. All his weeks at the Mead Hall, getting accustomed to being around human women had just been thrown out the window. He was jumpier than that first day through the Hall's doors-- and he was going to be spending all day with Kara. At this rate, he would consider himself lucky to show his face near the kitchen again.
But a Dwarf does not change his plans without grave reason, and the iron discipline of the Longbeards took over. Náin was going to get through this out, come dragons or drownings, even if it meant the end of his sanity.
"I'll grab my things then, and see you at the doors," Kara gave him a smile and flitted away in that discomfittingly light manner that all humans seemed capable of. They lacked a sense of grounding in the earth, Náin thought, and wondered if that might be connected to the lack of grounding in his stomach somehow.
As he trudged towards the main doors, not even willing to try and eat anymore, he did not notice in his preoccupation that he was trudging more heavily than even the norm for a Dwarf, fluttering stomach or no.
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