Gulping down her meal, Yumilia flushes with embarrassment as she finally notices the towels in the corner of the room. She clears her throat, rising awkwardly and revealing her petite, snowy-skinned form, which was very toned and athletic with subtle curves and had almost no body hair to speak of aside from a thin patch of sky-blue hair just above her Venus-cleft, before noticing Wrenn's flustered gaze; she self-consciously held one arm over her bosom, thinking at first that he might simply be lusting over her beautiful, fairy-like form, before she remembered her wings again.<em>'Well, I suppose it's best that they find out sooner rather than later, but if he wants an explanation it'll have to wait...'</em>, she thought, before promptly shuffling over to grab a towel, drying herself off quickly before wrapping it around herself as best she could, her black wings getting in the way somewhat, to preserve her modesty before sitting down to wait for Freya's return.