"Roseanne," Aslan called.
Rosie stretched out her hand and looked at the condition of her husband. "Are you okay? You aren't hurt, right?" she asked worriedly.
The man took his wife's warm hand and kissed the girl's palm softly.
"I'm fine. Sorry I messed up your night today."
Rosie shook her head. Aslan thought his wife would be angry, but seeing the girl look so calm made him feel strange. Rosie should have scolded him by now. His wife should be mad because Aslan was being rash and careless. He just threw himself in so that all of his clothes were soaking wet right now.
Instead, Rosie took off her knitted shawl and put it on Aslan's shoulder to keep him warm.
"Let's just go home. You have to clean your body immediately so you don't get sick," the girl said, then dragged Aslan home.
"But, what about the food we ordered?"
"Don't worry about it, Aslan. Now we better get away as soon as possible."
