[Tantabel squints back. "I have thirteen children. I doubt you have any bits and bobs I haven't seen before. But if it troubles you-" A moment later her head withdraws from the ceiling. Emery giggles, as much at the overall absurdity of the situation as at her comment.
And maybe to release some of the tension that's built up since the attack.]
Right. Let's get on with it, then. Or, um, try to.
[Before he starts undressing Emery takes a minute to just scrub as much of the dirt off as he can with a spare towel. Then it's off with his boots, scarf, vest, etcetera, gradually revealing more fair, damp skin.
As soon as Zel starts changing Emery begins casting surreptitious glances his way. For once, Emery's not ogling- he's keeping an eye out for any signs of injury that they might have missed.]
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And maybe to release some of the tension that's built up since the attack.]
Right. Let's get on with it, then. Or, um, try to.
[Before he starts undressing Emery takes a minute to just scrub as much of the dirt off as he can with a spare towel. Then it's off with his boots, scarf, vest, etcetera, gradually revealing more fair, damp skin.
As soon as Zel starts changing Emery begins casting surreptitious glances his way. For once, Emery's not ogling- he's keeping an eye out for any signs of injury that they might have missed.]