Skellig huffs in slight disappointment as she climbs off of him - but he takes the time to appreciate the view as she saunters away from him to the chest when those things are stored. In the meantime, he gathers up her chiton from the floor and folds it loosely to neaten it up, placing it on a chair where it should be safe for the remainder of the evening.

He wanders towards the bed afterwards, crawling up onto it (sitting near the 'foot' - though it is big enough to fit both of their bodies in any direction they would please) and shedding his kilt in the process.

"I know I am burnt slightly, but I do feel less irritated than usual."