She'd involuntarily also covered her eyes as she'd commanded him to turn around, so when she heard him set the wine on the table and heard the faint ruffling sound, she dared a peek over the blanket. He had preoccupied himself with drying his hair, and she caught herself watching his back as he worked the towel through his hair. As soon as she felt the blush creep into her cheeks again, Tilda shook herself and fully stepped out of her skirt before pulling the blanket around her and walking over to lay the damaged skirt out to dry.
She'd known that he had sisters, given the fact that he'd mentioned them at one time or another, but she'd never actually come across any of them before. From the way his family sounded, he likely did feel far more comfortable around women in their underthings than she did actually doing so. But it wasn't as if she could simply walk around huddled in the blankets. Honestly, she'd feel more ridiculous that way.
"Very well," she replied, her voice still high with apprehension, realizing she had multiple layers of petticoats to remove. It was best to not think about the incredulity of the situation and just accept it.
Picking up her skirts to make sure she didn't trip over the hem, she made her way to the table, setting her shoes on the floor before going about unfastening each petticoat and laying them out to dry. It was during this process that she suddenly remembered that he had been attempting to tell her something before they'd made a run for it. To avoid thinking about how she would soon be standing in front of him in her shift, Tilda said, "You were about to say something." She glanced at her petticoats laid out. They all took a great deal of space, but there was no other way to arrange them. It was no wonder she preferred her healer's robes to ball gowns!
"Before I —" Before she ran into the ocean and got them in this mess they were in. "Before, when you were talking about this past summer." She continued, finally out of the last petticoat and in her petticoat bodice, corset, and chemise. Tilda's stomach flipped even thinking about taking those off next, so she walked next to the fireplace to take care of her stockings instead and ignored the way her heart started racing in anticipation for his response.
She'd known that he had sisters, given the fact that he'd mentioned them at one time or another, but she'd never actually come across any of them before. From the way his family sounded, he likely did feel far more comfortable around women in their underthings than she did actually doing so. But it wasn't as if she could simply walk around huddled in the blankets. Honestly, she'd feel more ridiculous that way.
"Very well," she replied, her voice still high with apprehension, realizing she had multiple layers of petticoats to remove. It was best to not think about the incredulity of the situation and just accept it.
Picking up her skirts to make sure she didn't trip over the hem, she made her way to the table, setting her shoes on the floor before going about unfastening each petticoat and laying them out to dry. It was during this process that she suddenly remembered that he had been attempting to tell her something before they'd made a run for it. To avoid thinking about how she would soon be standing in front of him in her shift, Tilda said, "You were about to say something." She glanced at her petticoats laid out. They all took a great deal of space, but there was no other way to arrange them. It was no wonder she preferred her healer's robes to ball gowns!
"Before I —" Before she ran into the ocean and got them in this mess they were in. "Before, when you were talking about this past summer." She continued, finally out of the last petticoat and in her petticoat bodice, corset, and chemise. Tilda's stomach flipped even thinking about taking those off next, so she walked next to the fireplace to take care of her stockings instead and ignored the way her heart started racing in anticipation for his response.
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