[Well first thing's first, Harry takes a series of towels to Reira's hair, and once that's as dry as it's going to get, he deposits one more on top of the little guy's head for good measure.]

Alright, now I'll head back out to the bar and see about scrounging up some tea. Use as many of those as you need in the meantime, and once you're done, [Harry motions to opposite corners of the room, the first with a coat rack holding his battered leather duster, the other with a worn old canvas couch] you can grab my coat and bundle up on the couch over there.

[And at that, he bustles out the door again with a concerned glance over his shoulder. Once Reira's settled in, Harry decides, it's time to figure out who this liar of a fish is.]