He wouldn´t let a girl go to a bandites hideout!

"Wait! I´m coming too!" he called over the river.

Syera was already at the other side and draged herself out the water.

*Wistle* "Bandits ahead and maybe a bothersome elb in the back." She let her wet bag go to the ground.
Then take her skirt-like and wet bottom of her shirt and squril it out.
"I hope I won´t catch a cold!"

"And I hope you would wait for me. For real! Why are you so upset about the fact, that they stolen your sword?"