" Wiggling, she peeled the shift over her head, dropping it with a loud splat. Her bronze flesh glistened, beads riding across the mantles of her collarbones. Pert breasts. Prominent ribs. Starved arms and legs. Restless feet with bony ankles and high arches.
Jeryn stilled. He had seen this before, under her sodden rags.
What his clinical eyes had not seen before were her hands on those body parts.
She doused water over her hips and underarms. Unconcerned. Immodest. Bathing herself in front of him. "

― Natalia Jaster ,