Simon saw it in her eyes, or rather how she wasn't looking at him. She was upholding those same rules of modesty he'd worried about just now. It was funny seeing somebody smiling and averting their eyes at the same time, but that was probably how it was if they caught a childhood friend skinny dipping and were subsequently asked to toss them some clothes. She'd just arrived, he was told, and to be fair it very much looked like it. "I did already say it, but your luggage does say as much", he pointed out jovially, accepting back those clothes of his. He'd still have to take a moment to let water flow down his rubbery skin and drip from the light brown locks hanging from his scalp, since despite the augmented nature of his clothing they were still capable of getting wet, and if they did it took next to forever to get the damp stains out with how they were protected.<br/><br/>They weren't all that remarkable on the outside, resembling very closely the working attire of a less well-off farmhand all the way to not having shoes incorporated into the outfit, but the real trick was the lining on the inside of his shirt whose sleeves he nearly always kept rolled up and the darker brown trousers. They were both covered in a thin layer of wax, designed to keep the little dampness that was always present on Simon's skin there. Him drying up brought nothing but discomfort to anyone, and if one looked closely they might note a slight weave of magic, something that had been applied to the wax to keep it from making everything stiff when it was being worn. Simon dropped off from the rock and dressed himself in cover granted by it and what he couldn't out of risk of drenching his clothes he could make do with Lilia looking more into her fingers than the surrounding world. "And there, all done! Let me see to that baggage now, no reason for you to have to lug it around any more!" he declared, extending his hand towards her. He was prepared to insist if it got to it. Short as the distance may be, he had still offered and wouldn't want to be useless especially if she was here to help him out on something else.<br/><br/>Once the two would begin moving into the direction of the cabin, Simon would open his mouth once more, a smile very similar to his interlocutor's on his lips: "I'm not so sure if it's me who wants to go. I would be happy with just this lake here. But I have been getting into more trouble lately. More nets. Stronger too. I think they are trying to trap me after I've had to break free of a few nets. Careless, I know, but mother<i>still </i>says that's as good as my second name. And she's right. I've not changed from the time I fell in the well when we were playing around it. Do you remember how you… hm, you do, don't you?" He took the opportunity to reminisce for what little time they still had with just the two of them before mother would join the conversation and shift everything into the "important" bits that she had actually called Lilia here for. Something Simon really could not care less about at this moment in time, but he also knew better than to fight against that woman's word.<br/><br/>Simon would set the baggage down next to the door at the back and run his finger along the frame, tongue sticking out of the right corner of his mouth. He'd need to make another stroke, and only a little past halfway of that would he suddenly shift the direction upwards and a small click came from the inside. "I've picked up some magic too", he explained all the gesturing. "It's hortomancy. Plant magic. A little awkward when so many plants are on land and…" Simon shrugged, not thinking it really that necessary to continue that sentence to its actual conclusion. He opened the door into the house and picked Lilia's luggage up again only to set it back down on the other side of the door. Despite being a male and not of terribly bad posture, that didn't mean he would be any more capable of carrying that stuff around. Perhaps even less so, with how his bones were ever so slightly softer. But it led to some other advantages if one knew where to look for them.<br/><br/>"Mother! I'm back, and Lilia is here too! Can you finally tell me what this is all about?" he hollered into the house, stepping towards the nearby kitchen table and gesturing at the bench on the side of it closer to the door they'd entered through. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll put the kettle on", he instructed his friend while moving past the table himself and getting on with the task he'd said he would.