Turning to stare back at Aluren, Isabella felt her face go beet red - At least, it would have had she had enough blood to do so. She slowly turned away, a quiet and nervous "I guess we should bath then." before she looked over the water for any rocks or something to hide behind.<br/><br/>There wasn't much, as if the river had purposely planned for her to have to run about naked at some point in her life, and with a heavy and drawn out sigh she started up and towards one of the trees, turning back to stare at Aluren a moment with narrowed eyes.<br/><br/>"I am going to undress behind<span style="font-style: italic">here.</span>" She pointed it out, going as as to tap the tree with her hand. "And then I am going into the water." Isabella did not bother to explain anything else other than that, confident that the tone of her voice indicated that she did not want him gawking at her when she made her transfer of movements. She slowly retreated behind the trunk, peeping out one last time before she turned around and slowly began to unbuckle her leather outfit and release the ties that held it together, breathing heavily in a flurry of anxiety.<br/><br/>She would toss each part she took off down to the ground, and piece by piece her curvaceous and nymph-like self became exposed to the elements. Her symmetrical, tiny gatherings of scales were glittering away in the pockets of light that the tree allowed to pass through, almost like diamonds in the way they refracted the light back into the air. Her thighs were thicker than average from the amount of physical activity she had performed in her time, as well as the clear softness that she always carried about her form. The last thing she took off were her boots and gloves, revealing her more clawed feet and hands that she nervously drew around her hips and up the sides of her womanly shape. "Do I honestly have to do this.." She muttered to herself, untying her braid as her long and thick hair sprawled out and all around her body, her hands gripping at it and pulling some forward that she may not have to feel<span style="font-style: italic">totally</span>exposed. She was hairless save for her brows, eyelashes and head of hair, most likely due to the overpowering reptilian heritage she held so strongly in her veins.<br/><br/>She gave a final peek around the trunk, her hair draping about in the direction that she leaned as she starred daggers over at the Knight in the distance, thinking of how she could have played this maturely and just saunter off into the water.<br/><br/>This would not occur, her innocence overcoming her as she instead made a sprint towards the river, running about like a Dryad or some other mythological, prude and always naked spirit before she splashed into the water chest first and swam violently forward, trying to submerge herself and hide away from him. This was different from having to show her wound to him, this time she was bare and nude for no reason other than just wanting to bath.<br/><br/>Isabella finally turned to continue to peep over at the Knight, her eyes wide as she lowered most of her face into the water that only her hues could be seen. Most likely unbeknownst to him, she was breathing in the liquid through her alien organs that stuffed her insides, as being a creature of old meant that she was immune to many of the original life-baring elements.