— Don't be brusque. It's not waste you're giving, Aslak. She won't like you if you're not proper. —
'... Will she?... Effing earth, and legends for the mates…' — Turning on his feet concerned, Aslak grumbled yet responded to the fair woman. — "A proper bath… I'll take first."
"... A-alright… Uhm. That– I– I noticed Husband's clothes…"
"I rushed here. I soaked at Passim Watersturl before climbing." — Taking off the shoulder pads and shirt… That one he wore when he left, Aslak told her naturally.
The woman's eyes observed the man innocently and excited at the sight of his wide back, happiness commenced to settle in her chest. Even in the uncomfortable state of a female body, the flutter of her heart only enhanced after hearing the motive behind the humid appearance of the man.
"... Rushed…" — She mumbled to herself, shrinking before inquiring properly so he could hear. — "What made you rush…? D-Did something happen?"
"..."