“ you didn’t have to push me into the water, illya. ” she’s soaked to the bone and seething with it. call it a job hazard but she’s freezingand she hates it.
when he’d seen the men charging toward them, illya’s first reaction was to push gaby as far away from the danger as possible, a fairly simple feat considering the brunette’s slight frame. however, in hisrush to move her and disarm the men, he’d failed to have much of an AIM, not noticing he’d shoved her into the MURKY waters of a copper-filled fountain.
now, looking her over, he gives her a sheepish look before shrugging out of his jacket and holding the leather article out to her. but even with the apologetic gesture, illya can’t help the slight smirk on his lips.