One second she is realized in a dumb panic that she is entirely half-naked in front of a man with no dun coat or heavy black tail to hang over her nethers. It's just right there, completely out, and not even in some sort of mixed bathing situation where she had been mentally prepared. She had been concerned with so many other factors and possible negative outcomes that the idea of clothing had not even entered her mind.
And then she had been falling. Now she is jerked in the other direction, but not to fall again, to... be blind? She is blind, everything is dark-
No. That is... Liem's chest. Her face is level with his chest now and its his clothes that are dark. At some point mid-starting to fall she had switched from tugging down her robe for modesty and begun to flail, which had become a desperate clutch around the dhampir's waist, and now... She might be blushing, too. She is not sure. Everything and something is happening, none of her senses are working, and...]
Y- Yes... of course...
[Did she still sound like herself? Stiffly, she tries to let go of Liem, allowing him to direct her towards a room in his home she hasn't been to before. It's just over there, she'll... Liem is her friend, it should be of no consequence if he beholds her rump, it's fine. One step at a time, metaphorically as well as literally, and she will... take stock of herself. There's a mirror. She can check if it's still her.
Incredibly confident somehow still, never considering that she would struggle with movement because she had been raised alongside humans since birth, Hayame begins to walk towards the washroom.
And instead, she crumples right to the floor, potentially on her face.]
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One second she is realized in a dumb panic that she is entirely half-naked in front of a man with no dun coat or heavy black tail to hang over her nethers. It's just right there, completely out, and not even in some sort of mixed bathing situation where she had been mentally prepared. She had been concerned with so many other factors and possible negative outcomes that the idea of clothing had not even entered her mind.
And then she had been falling. Now she is jerked in the other direction, but not to fall again, to... be blind? She is blind, everything is dark-
No. That is... Liem's chest. Her face is level with his chest now and its his clothes that are dark. At some point mid-starting to fall she had switched from tugging down her robe for modesty and begun to flail, which had become a desperate clutch around the dhampir's waist, and now... She might be blushing, too. She is not sure. Everything and something is happening, none of her senses are working, and...]
Y- Yes... of course...
[Did she still sound like herself? Stiffly, she tries to let go of Liem, allowing him to direct her towards a room in his home she hasn't been to before. It's just over there, she'll... Liem is her friend, it should be of no consequence if he beholds her rump, it's fine. One step at a time, metaphorically as well as literally, and she will... take stock of herself. There's a mirror. She can check if it's still her.
Incredibly confident somehow still, never considering that she would struggle with movement because she had been raised alongside humans since birth, Hayame begins to walk towards the washroom.
And instead, she crumples right to the floor, potentially on her face.]