[@HereComesTheSnow][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][center][h2][color=0072bc]Beryl Harken[/color][/h2][/center]

Beryl sniffed and wiped away a tear before replying.

[color=0072bc]"Yeah, I guess I just had to get some of that out of my system. Uh...thank you for the sweater. Give me a moment and I'll dry it."[/color]

Pulling the garment in question off her shoulders, Beryl held it up with one hand and made a slow pulling motion with the other. Bit by bit the drops of water that had soaked into the fabric floated free. Luckily Luke's hoody had barely had time to get damp so, roughly third seconds later, the young Faunus tossed a small ball of water back into the pool and handed her friend his now quite dry garment.