Corr stepped back from the curtain and let it fall, turning to her twin. She took the edge of the drying cloth and rubbed it absently over her face and hair before rubbing it down her front. She passed it back to Ruhk, taking her clothes and looking at them without seeing. A moment later she blinked and pulled out her pants, offering them to her sister. “Just with these,” she murmured, speaking in Common. Her shirt she could put on herself.<br/><br/>The girl put on the now-clean shirt, buttoning it, not needing a breast band as her assets were small. They always got in the way, too – a frustrated Ruhk was more violent. The shirt clung to her wet back, but she didn’t mind. Her internal attention was focused elsewhere.<br/>