[ The moment his eyes settle on her, she becomes deeply, deeply aware of just what a state she's in. Her shift is still in tatters and the result is her looking somehow even more immodest than if she'd been left completely bare and that's not even getting into her dishevelled hair and the steadily increasing flush covering her face and down her neck. She parts her lips wanting to - she doesn't even know. Apologize? Pretend nothing had happened? But then the warm weight of his tail unfurls from around her and as he looks away, she realises - oh. he's embarrassed too.
She stares for a moment, then has to press her lips together to suppress the smile threatening to curl up the corners of her mouth. The Mors King, the terrifying creature she'd been sent here to fend off... is embarrassed, just like she is. It's almost...
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She stares for a moment, then has to press her lips together to suppress the smile threatening to curl up the corners of her mouth. The Mors King, the terrifying creature she'd been sent here to fend off... is embarrassed, just like she is. It's almost...
Well. It makes things a little easier, anyway. ]
... Good morning.