"...Why?" Irhya tilts her head, furrowing her brow. "Unless you're injured and just don't want to show me, I can't imagine why you'd care that much."

So that's a no, especially if she's right about that injury part. Fortunately, she's wearing leather thighboots today, so it's easy to step in without getting wet. The hem of her cloak doesn't fare as well, but she can dry that out later.

"Gods be good, Emet-Selch, get out," she says emphatically, still coming at him.