In much the same way, Raine didn't study his form overtly, but nor did she actively try to pretend she wasn't observing. His words were prompting of a thoughtful look, more than the simple act of clothes washing should produce, and in a moment Raine did nod. She was more comfortable with the idea of letting him out of her sight now than she had been, anyway. "All right. I'd appreciate that."

She collected her clothes, pulled from her pockets a small pendant, a battered, leather-bound book, and a pearlescent, spiraling horn. Those set aside so she'd know where they were, she absently folded her clothes. "Thank you," she added, and in general meant it for more than just the matter at hand.