Although the girls had been roused, neither showed signs of actually leaving the bed. If he wasn't wrong, Lessa had already fallen back asleep. Alistar braced himself for the frustration that he knew would follow and then willed the water from his wash basin to form two portions of undulating liquid which he cooled slightly before allowing them to drop onto the girls' heads without ceremony.
"Alie! Why would you do that?"
Anice tackled him almost immediately, though the moment he landed on his back he gathered the water from the fabric of his bedding and from within their clothes and then returned it to the wash basin with a shaky splash. It had been quite difficult to manage this, for he'd also had to catch one of Anice's wrists just in time to prevent her fist from smacking into his chin.
"Can't you ever hold back?" he complained. "It's not ladylike to punch people in the face. Especially with all your strength."
