[He isn't gone for too terribly long, true to his word and intentions of making the excursion as quick and efficient as possible. A handful of minutes later he's approaching the dock once more, three towels in tow.]

I brought a few in place of only the one, as I had a feeling that you might need at least two in order to tackle that hair of yours.

[The third he unrolls out on the dock itself, near the edge so that when she pulls herself up she has somewhere to stand. The wood seems rather aged, after all, and getting splinters in the soles of one's feet is never an enjoyable experience. He tucks the last two under his arm, bending slightly and outstretching his hand to offer to help pull her up and out of the water.]