Turning away from her hand at first he then stopped struggling and politely looked at her face. "Ah, yes, well, you are naked after all. It is a nipple distracting. Little!" He coughs several times and fills his water skins as quickly as he can. Mr. Pickles swoops in and attempts to swat playfully at her a fish in the water. It looks as though Sturlin is about to choke on his own tongue with embarrassment.
"Ah, not fevered at all. Don't worry, I'll be fine," he muttered to her. This was just ridiculous. He needed to get hold of himself. As he dipped his hands into the water he firmly closed his eyes and sought his center so that he could get that charming figure out of his mind. His mind flitted from subject to subject, but if she did not interrupt he would calm within minutes. If she did interrupt, that was a different story.