[ Now that she knows the reasoning behind his skittish behavior and tiptoeing, it's — nearly endearing. But she's shelved her memories of the previous night quickly enough to focus on the present, blinking back at him with anticipatory, expectant eyes while she waits for an answer. Any answer.
— Though the one he provides does, arguably, give her minimal guidance depending on how she chooses to interpret that wish of his. All the same, she can work with it, even if she wants to insist he's already seen all of her. It doesn't quite occur to her that just standing there, perfectly on view, might be invigorating.
She deliberates for a moment longer, chewing on her lip, before she nods like she's reaffirming the decision for herself. Gripping onto the edge, she hefts herself out of the water, just barely managing to avoid splashing it onto the blankets he's gathered. The cold tightens her skin with gooseflesh as she drips wetly, water cascading off of her to patter against the cave floor, but she doesn't band an arm over her chest like she wants to.
Still, she feels like she was right to feel that this would be the opposite of alluring, considering she doesn't know what to do with herself. Where to put her arms, how to stand. There's not much to watch beyond the rise and fall of her chest, or the way she shifts her leg from one to the other. She's certain this can't possibly be what he meant. If only this came with an instruction manual. ]
I don't think this counts as watching.
[ But ??? She stands there, regardless, waiting for something. Anything. ]
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— Though the one he provides does, arguably, give her minimal guidance depending on how she chooses to interpret that wish of his. All the same, she can work with it, even if she wants to insist he's already seen all of her. It doesn't quite occur to her that just standing there, perfectly on view, might be invigorating.
She deliberates for a moment longer, chewing on her lip, before she nods like she's reaffirming the decision for herself. Gripping onto the edge, she hefts herself out of the water, just barely managing to avoid splashing it onto the blankets he's gathered. The cold tightens her skin with gooseflesh as she drips wetly, water cascading off of her to patter against the cave floor, but she doesn't band an arm over her chest like she wants to.
Still, she feels like she was right to feel that this would be the opposite of alluring, considering she doesn't know what to do with herself. Where to put her arms, how to stand. There's not much to watch beyond the rise and fall of her chest, or the way she shifts her leg from one to the other. She's certain this can't possibly be what he meant. If only this came with an instruction manual. ]
I don't think this counts as watching.
[ But ??? She stands there, regardless, waiting for something. Anything. ]