[She catches him staring, and she's not sure why she feels so embarrassed about it. It's not as if this is the first time he's seen her in a towel, or nothing at all, after a bath, but it isn't about that. It's the way that he's looking at her as if it is...
Her face red, she takes the shirt from him and moves to his bed, sliding to towel from herself with her back to him.]
... No, Cidolfus.
[It's quiet, but a bit exasperated. After she slips the shirt on, the cotton hanging loosely from her body, she walks over to his desk, perches herself at the edge, and takes the cigar to press to her lips. Not once does she meet his gaze.]
no subject
Her face red, she takes the shirt from him and moves to his bed, sliding to towel from herself with her back to him.]
... No, Cidolfus.
[It's quiet, but a bit exasperated. After she slips the shirt on, the cotton hanging loosely from her body, she walks over to his desk, perches herself at the edge, and takes the cigar to press to her lips. Not once does she meet his gaze.]
I already told you.