[ Dorothea doesn't feel nearly as chipper as Cyrus seems to be, unable to reciprocate his polite greeting with anything more than a nod. Maybe it's easier for him to be trapped in someone else's body because his entire identity isn't so wrapped up in his physical appearance or the sound of his voice the way that hers is. She doesn't even have a good frame of reference to think too deeply on the subject--she's not a scholar. All she knows is that she doesn't like it.
Reaching the door of the cottage, she helps Cyrus find the key in a pocket of the inner layer of her dress, peeling back the heavy satin to retrieve it herself rather than having him fumble around at her hip. She sighs with relief once they're inside; that's one problem taken care of, at least. ]
I'm sorry the place is so barren. I haven't been here long enough to have earned much in the way of décor.
[ Or any other furnishings, for that matter. With her strangely large hands, she wipes water away from her face and squeezes out his hair, taking off the cloak and hanging it by the door. Then she says: ]
We ought to get out of these wet clothes before we catch cold. [ She has a few towels, at the very least, and their garments can be hung up in the bathroom to dry. ] If you're modest, don't worry--I won't look at your body if you don't want me to.
[ Not that a cock is anything new or shocking to her, but she still doesn't have a handle on the type of person that her guest seems to be just yet. Grabbing a towel from the washroom, she beckons to him and pushes his hands down when he reaches for it, instead stooping to ever-so-gently towel dry the long brown hair she's always worked so hard to maintain. ]
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Reaching the door of the cottage, she helps Cyrus find the key in a pocket of the inner layer of her dress, peeling back the heavy satin to retrieve it herself rather than having him fumble around at her hip. She sighs with relief once they're inside; that's one problem taken care of, at least. ]
I'm sorry the place is so barren. I haven't been here long enough to have earned much in the way of décor.
[ Or any other furnishings, for that matter. With her strangely large hands, she wipes water away from her face and squeezes out his hair, taking off the cloak and hanging it by the door. Then she says: ]
We ought to get out of these wet clothes before we catch cold. [ She has a few towels, at the very least, and their garments can be hung up in the bathroom to dry. ] If you're modest, don't worry--I won't look at your body if you don't want me to.
[ Not that a cock is anything new or shocking to her, but she still doesn't have a handle on the type of person that her guest seems to be just yet. Grabbing a towel from the washroom, she beckons to him and pushes his hands down when he reaches for it, instead stooping to ever-so-gently towel dry the long brown hair she's always worked so hard to maintain. ]