((Hey don't sweat it. Well, sweat it a little, I like the topics to be active.))
((Llyenera Llewellyn, I imagine Selena would be mostly just watching events unfold. Once you post again it should be easy enough to narrate her up to the present.))
Lazaka twisted to look at the robe handing behind her. It wasn't in her way. That was the problem though. There was nothing between her and the open air. Was this mendicant insane? Or was she just really really practical? It wasn't as if Lazaka could ask for the woman's clothes, she had so few of them to begin with (it didn't occur to Lazaka that their Selena's clothing was intact and unused). Tremain also only seemed to have the clothes on his back, having lost the rest of them in the fire. So unless she was going to ask him to sacrafice his tent to make an outfit for her she was stuck like this.
So, there weren't any clothes for her, was it really that bad? After all, out here in the wilderness what was there to worry about modesty? Dragons never bothered with clothes, and she was half dragon...... Amid all these justifications she didn't acknowledge the one that lurked in the back of her head. Being exposed and near helpless like this was exciting for her. All in all she resolved to try and be more like Nemele, and be practical about it. It wasn't her fault, there was nothing she could do about it, and she shouldn't be ashamed of it.
"Um, I have some food if you're...." Tremain said from a few feet away holding a few cooked rabbits on a spit. Lazaka nearly jumped as he spoke. She had been so busy with her thoughts that she had completely missed him preparing the food. In her defense, the spells he used to cook it didn't take nearly as long as a natural fire would.
She swallowed and looked up at his face. Remembering that she wasn't going to hide she stood up a little straighter and squared her shoulders. She might have stuck out her chest a little, but the chains were making her do that already.
"Thank you," she said, he voice quavering a little as she tried to sound unconcerned. Then she was met with a new problem, how was she going to take it? She stood confused for a few moments and then meekly bent forward and bit into one of the rabbits and slid it off of the spit. She stood with it hanging from her mouth as he awkwardly moved away.
"Miss Nemele?" he said, a little more confident speaking to a clothed woman. "I know you aren't eating at the moment, but how would you like your prisoner cared for?"