Clara had kept an eye on him for the entire five or six minutes that it took her to get cleaned up. She was proud of him for not turning around to look at her. She wasn't exactly dry and wouldn't be until she was back at the fire so she didn't let the water that was still om her skin bother her. When she walked over to Art he hadn't even noticed her, but the water spirit was watching him and then her with jelousy. When he looked up at her she smiled since he had made her armor absolutly spotless. She placed her hand on his that held the cloth, "I think it's clean enough now." She said in a teasing tone and was satisfied to see the spirit almost steaming when she had touched him. She stayed where she was for a moment as a drop of water slid down her stomach and got caught in her navel. Her hair was dripping a little as well and he had a look on his face, "What?" She asked feeling a little self conscious.