"Shifting is not my strong suit," he says. "So this is the version you are likely going to endure."

Rising to his feet, he moves to gather a clean towel and a fresh kilt from what they've reorganized and sorted into 'his' chest - at some point or another, it became obvious he needed his own storage space, what with the rate he was going through kilts and acquiring treasures.

This time he does not bother to hide his body from her view. And yes, he can feel her watching him.

"I would wash then join you," he comments, glancing over his shoulder.