"We don't need you cutting yourself, now isn't that right?" He solicited, an insight from a laugh in his profound, thundering voice. He fixed, standing, and his hold on her wrist pulled her up also. At that point she took in the full tallness of him; he more likely than not been more than six feet tall, overshadowing Haris frog silhouette. As her eyes meandered down his body, she saw that the front of his fresh white shirt was sopping wet.