While she was bent over the pile of clothes and letting her torso to dangle free in the air, with the corner of her eye she saw a sparkling light casting its light more and more; turning her head with an alarmed gasp and covering her chest with her arms, she saw Aering walking backward with his head pointing straight away from her while he held a flaming branch in an hand like an improvised torch. "Oh" tought her, seeing his politeness and elegance in those actions, seeing that the man was not searching for a peek but demonstratic true care and interest-less help. With a smile on her lips, she casted one last glance at the muscled man at her side and, without wasting more time, she returned to the important quest for a cloth. Luckily enough, soon after, she spotted what seemed a t-shirt, but what seemed different, was that the holes of the head and arms were quite large "Oh... e vediamo questa" thought her while putting her head in the central hole and then pulling the fresh tissue over her skin. To her surprise it was indeed a spaghetti-strap shirt that covered her soft belly and stopped a few inches from her panties, and, despite the shirt showed a bit too much cleavage and the pale, smooth skin of her sideboob, she shrugged "...al diavolo, non ho intenzione di passare altro tempo a cambiarmi... siamo adulti e nessuno si offende..." tought her one last time, this time she decided to keep the cloth on and go over it. This time, she looked at her chest, checking if this time the cloth would actually be more than a steamy texture and, with a satisfied grin, she noticed that her chest was covered and not transparent. "...solo?" tought her while pouting, thinking that it might not be adequate to going around with just her panties on "...bhe... alla fine sono mutande... quella è andata in giro nuda... sto qui è in boxer... e poi... che cacchio... non è che in spiaggia si vada in giro con lo scafandro..." tought her before walking at the side of Aerin.<br/><br/>She coughed as he did before, stating her presence and, touching his arm just like a children trying to get the attenction of an adult, she smiled at him and nodded <<...grazie, Aerin...>> thanking him for the help with the light and, most importantly, his politeness and respect.  And so, only with her panties covering her wide childbearing hips and full yet supple legs, Giulia returned near the fire but, as soon as she sat, a yawn escaped from her mouth as the shock of the tragedy and the emotions vanished, her body declared its need to rest...