Sheira felt like her head would spin off and her eyes would fall clear out of her head from all the looking and trying to take in the information as she passed through the treehouse. New faces, names, places. Ladders up and down, walkways and rooms. She was almost (almost) relieved when they got to the bedroom of Kug just because it reduced the amount of new information she'd be trying to absorb a little.<br/><br/>Of course it presented her with a whole different kind of new situation. The normal mantra of a new wife 'remember your training' was all but useless here as she didn't have any training to remember. But innocent as she was she had been smart enough to be in training to be an herb wife. She could try to work this out. Maybe.<br/><br/>Not letting herself hesitate she started to carefully unwind the white gauzy cloth from her torso, letting it drape over her arms rather than float to the floor. Removing the cloth around her waist was a little more tricky to do with grace but she managed it well enough, letting the airy cloth flutter to the floor before she turned to make her way to the bed. While she'd been undressing she'd been thinking. Lacking training she fell back on what little she'd picked up so far. She knelt on the bed, curving her back just a subtle amount to show off what curves she could lay claim to, one hand still holding the edge of the semi sheer cloth she'd been wrapped in to her chest. It did almost nothing to actually hide her from sight but Kug had just said what was hidden was desired. She would offer the allure of a hint of something hidden for him. She dropped her eyes to the bed, submissive as she was supposed to be, hair gracefully half hiding her face behind it's screen of wispy gold strands.