<br/>Quitxi, smiling at the praise, grins back to Sweetwater and Sophie.  "How about save the awe and horror for later... let's just be--" she seees the wet silk over Sophie's shapely, youthful and athletic body... the symmetry of such tautly lifted breasts, the subtle upturn of the reddish-brown nipples beneath. "-- be... happy."  When sophie removes the last wet layers and splashes her bare torso with the water, Quitxi's vivid amber eyes go very wide, and her backpack lands on the tile with a vaguely-muffled crash of metal and leather.<br/><br/>"Auh, well... still a bit singed, very sore... did you sa... massage? she looks around, a bit shyly, or perhaps more coy than not, and lifts her tactical belt and pouches from the leather armor... "That would, ah..."  She edeges closer, her gold-skinned face blushing at the fine cheekbones. "You've saved my life already today, Sophie... I can't thank you enough."  She eases her scabbard-belt from across her chest, setting aside this last piece of gear... witout it all, her suit is more like a strange set of padding, jet-black and hugging her form at every conceivable angle.<br/><br/>She seems to watch the water, then turns her gaze back to Sophie's.  "I'd like that, if you could... help me out."  She looks positively bashful, but spritely as well.  Is she kitten or minx..?