She doesn't look back, doesn't look at her, knelt in between her legs, peeling the wet shirt down her arms in such a way that she is forced closer to her. But still, her eyes do not meet her. Busies herself in the importance of those movements. Untangling them, that just as close as they could be, she is gone, taking the shirt away with her. Leaving Magni bare in front of her, and all the will she possesses keeps her moving onto the next task. "Because if I do, I will forget myself."

She will forget that she must see to her, first, to make sure she is warm and looked after. That she has a duty. She will kiss her, she will press their skin together, cold and warm, and she doesn't really quite understand what is supposed to follow after, save in the crudest sense. But she wants so desperately wants to find out how close she and Magni could be, by breath to breath, bone to bone. To weave them like a tapestry.

With the shirt free, she rises, holding her hands for Magni to and help her stand.