When he first opens the chest, she’s able to obtain a glimpse of some of its contents. Ornate silks are expected, as is the glaive. The raiment he fastens to his head, though, is something else entirely, and she’s struck speechless as it appears to add an extra effect of its own. Does it create its own shadows? Or is that smoke..? Such questions flit through her head, piquing her curiosity further.

…Then he removes his shirt. Her eyes widen slowly. Her lips part as if to say something, but it appears he’s about to do the same with his his pants, and oh Crystals what is happening—

The moment he tells her to give him privacy is the same moment she throws her short, red cloak at his face, as if to give him extra coverage… Or rather, she throws it in his general direction, because she has since shut her eyes tight.

“‘This venerable one’ should know his manners!” Sure, she can give him privacy, but they are in an alleyway which is still open to the public. Any random stranger can walk past! Nevertheless, Rem pivots on her heels, burying her face in her hands. Her cheeks feel embarrassingly warm in her palms. Nearly seeing him undress is not what she signed up for when she decided to help him with the map.