Aliza rubbed her glowing cheeks awkwardly as Rashida picked her up. The only reason her blush didn't intensify it because it already covered the meek girl's cheeks entirely. Her chains coiled up, forming a weightless pile in Aliza lap. Razorstorm making the conscious effort to make herself and her chains as light as possible with her powers.<span style="color: grey">"You know I didn't specify bathing with..."</span>Aliza meekly said, her voice lacking both strength and conviction as Rashida carried her off to the nearby waterfall.<span style="color: Navy">"We make it a shower yes? Much easier to get all clean when water comes from above. بطبيعة الحال أنا أود أيضا أن الابتعاد عن كل من الآخرين والتمتع أنت وحدك."</span><br/><br/>A tremor went through Aliza's chains while she made a face, rubbing her blushing cheeks again.<span style="color: grey">"&lt;Don't be crude.&gt;"</span>She  responded in rusty Arabic. "<span style="color: grey">&lt;Just don't let go, I can't swim and the stream might carry me away.&gt;"</span>She stepped out of Rashida's arms, trembling a little as she stepped into the water and began to strip. Hanging her clothes on her chains. Beneath that heavy cloak of hers, Aliza was a frail girl dressing in unassuming, loose clothes. Nothing that could even allude to her heavy weight. Her gloves, her boots, her trousers, her underwear, all of it was lined with fine chains, no doubt the source of of her levitation powers and variable weight.<br/><br/>A little cold in just her underwear, Aliza undid the harness that kept her larger, combat chains tied to her body. It moved over to the shore, where it formed a dryline for her clothes while Aliza turned to face Rashida.<span style="color: grey">"A-alright...ready?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>