[ He just gives her a gentle smile, shaking his head. He doesn't seem all that concerned about the rain that's already soaked into his clothes, dripping from his hair. ]

It is but water, my lady. It will dry.

[ He smiles at her again, intending to be reassuring, and hesitates just a moment. ]

If thou wouldst follow me upstairs, I would be glad to start a proper fire and fetch thee a towel -- and, if it would be to thy liking, a change of clothes until thine can dry.