At first Atrius was turning his back to her so she could have her privacy. He wasn't being prudish, he was just choosing not to look. Besides, he knew what she looked like naked, mostly. She had a very womanly frame from what her remembered, generous curves and in the right places. He pulled up a bucket of water and began heating it over a nearby fire pit he maintained. He was about to strip off his shirt when he heard her splash into the creek. He turned and was about to shout, but she seemed fine.<br/><br/>She was strange and Atrius was wondering why he ever bothered being surprised. She didn't seem repulsed so he assumed she was fine. He thought about saying something, but he just waved a hand and went back to cleaning off his body. He stripped off his shirt. He ran his hands over where he should have scars. He was still shocked that she Alina seemed to be able to heal him. His skin didn't even feel tight, he felt far too good for someone who had just been in a life-or-death fight the night before.<br/><br/>He took the pot off the fire, and continued to wipe his body down. Wringing the cloth out over his back and neck he plunged his head in the warm water to finish rinsing out his hair. He didn't have much soap, but he usually saved it for when the water was warmer, but he had given her some with her washcloth. He hadn't expected her to use the river. "If you catch the chills I'm not going to give you an extra blanket, just so you know." He called out to her without looking at where she was.