[At least, when she confronts him about his staring, the young man has the decency to act shamefaced and turn away. This mollifies Lilias somewhat, and although she would prefer privacy, she appreciates that he remains for the time being to explain instead of just scampering away guiltily like a vandal fleeing the scene of a crime.
Though her appreciation takes a steep decline as his babbling continues.]
What an obvious lie, [she scoffs.] At least be honest if you’re going to apologize.
[If his “automatically censored vision” covered her nakedness, how could he be staring at her tattoos? She doesn’t know why he would bother making such excuses. She also doesn’t understand why he would call her “sister,” as though she were a nun. What kind of nun has eldritch markings decorating almost every inch of her skin?
She’s almost done bathing anyway, so rather than wait until he leaves, she just goes back to her washing, keen to scrub away the last bits of sand so she can get out and put her clothes back on.]
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Though her appreciation takes a steep decline as his babbling continues.]
What an obvious lie, [she scoffs.] At least be honest if you’re going to apologize.
[If his “automatically censored vision” covered her nakedness, how could he be staring at her tattoos? She doesn’t know why he would bother making such excuses. She also doesn’t understand why he would call her “sister,” as though she were a nun. What kind of nun has eldritch markings decorating almost every inch of her skin?
She’s almost done bathing anyway, so rather than wait until he leaves, she just goes back to her washing, keen to scrub away the last bits of sand so she can get out and put her clothes back on.]