Shivering violently, Watson made his way up onto the beach. As wet as he was, he wriggled into his clothing with difficulty, amazed he was not freezing to place as he was. Nell came around, circling both of them with the occassional lick in their direction, glad to see them out of the water again.

"A very hot bath," Watson said decisively. "And a bit of brandy. Bloody hell, the things I let you talk me into." His voice was fond through his chattering teeth, fond and appreciative, despite how cold he was now.