"Proper water, I take it," she remarks with a slight flat edge, her eyes wincing. She immediately regrets speaking at all in light of that beaming expression; so rare has a smile been seen, especially on poor Flynn's face, that she oughtn't have sought to dampen the spirit of it so soon.

"I'm sorry, dear. It--it's still fresh in-mind. But I can't stay stuck there, can I."