Judging by the way his hands wander, and certain other reactions impossible to ignore while she is thus seated on his knees, Faramir has the same thing in mind that she does, for all that he talks of swimming instead. "You would," he agrees at once, helping her to remove it.

That, alas, proves an awkward process, between the heavy-with-water cloth and the length of her own hair. But between them they manage, with some laughter and distraction, and then she is as barechested as he. A fact he immediately proves by pressing her closer. They have shifted somehow in the proceedings, so he is kneeling on one knee with her sitting facing him on the other. Her shift he ignores completely once she is free of it. They can retrieve it later. Much later. "How do you like the water now, my lady?" he asks. "Now that you may feel it more fully..."