[They're nice breasts, okay? Very unnecromantic, which is to say, Ciri does not possess the figure of a particularly scrawny pre-pubescent teenage boy (praise be to the king undying!). It's so very tempting to allow her eyes to wander again. But there's also the soft warmth of Ciri's laugh, and it seeps beneath her skin until it feels reciprocally heated. She feels uncharacteristically flustered, which sucks, because this is not how she pictured her first ever naked bathing party would go.]

Oh, I'm not shy. Hiding this body away from the world ought to be some sort of crime. I just...you know. Thought there might be rules.

[It sounds dumb almost as soon as she says it, and she kinda wants to just sink beneath the water and let it swallow her up.]

I was brought up by a bunch of nuns.

[She adds, because surely this will explain everything.]