Swimming in the small overlap of the she paid little mind to him at first; her long hair swaying behind her almost in the same pattern as a snake. When she did hear him speak however she turned up to actually realize he wasn't bothering with the actual creek, which made her tilt her head slightly. But once she emerged she took the time to coil and ring out her hair before walking forward towards him; paying little mind to her bare figure. Reaching out to take the cloth he offered, she paused feeling how warm it actually was compared to the creek, which made her giggle slightly.<br/><br/>Looking back to her he would see she showed no sighs of shivering, although her breasts where perked from the cold water. Again she showed little care for her own personal shame, nor personal space as she stepped closer, her fingers reaching out to grace the skin on the spot she healed the night before. Expecting a freezing touch however he would discover her hands where actually fairly warm. [It healed very well.] She spoke her in language, smiling to him before turning away. Putting the washcloth to use by washing around her legs and feet; as getting out of the creek without any mud was nearly impossible.