Shelley shivers a little, goosebumps rising along her arms as she hastily towels herself dry, or close to it. A quick, wary glance at Ishamael shows that he is still looking away from her, but she doesn't like it nonetheless, and dries herself as fast as possible, half turned away.
As dry as she seems likely to get, Shelley reaches for the pile of clothing.
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Date: 2006-07-04 10:04 pm (UTC)As dry as she seems likely to get, Shelley reaches for the pile of clothing.