The sleepy sister's eyes widened as she and her twin were dragged into an embrace.  His jolly tone and hectic laughter were not a big deal to her, but the touch of his body along hers made her flesh crawl.  Perhaps not literally, but the revulsion and fear consumed her eyes, was written all over her face.  When he released her she fell back a little and wrapped her arms about her self, her eyes ablaze.  Yet when she spoke it was in soft, mellow tones.  "Since you serve She Who Watches Over Us, you may still see her.  But if you wish to fill your coffers, you may ask us for our knives or our shadows, but not our bodies."  She turned around and slipped free of the heavy, cowled shirt she wore and tossed it carelessly onto her bedroll, and then the tunic beneath, revealing her supple back, bare of the straps of a brassier or binding.<br/><br/>"To bring bath oil and a single cloth would be a kindness to be repaid in kisses, though not from our lips to yours.  Something pretty to think about when you spend yourself in some stupid boychild's dying body, perhaps.  Sskeht fffii, sseesss tthhuurrssiii."  The last was directed to her twin, as she removed the dagger along her arm and at her back before skinning out of the study leather trousers and soft boots.  She seemed as unconcerned for her own nudity as she was appalled by his touch; she slipped her breechlot free and turned to face the tub, her slender body devoid of any hair save her angled brows and the roughly cut short hair on her head.  Scars, on the other hand, she had aplenty - mostly along her arms and a few upon her legs, particularly her left forearm.<br/><br/>It was clear Lunis had touched the sleepy twin quite deeply; still her seemingly nonsensical offer indicated he could call on them to fight or steal or do magic rather than ask for favors from them.