She swallowed a snort. Join him. That was so not happening. She wasn't going with him, because she didn't want to get up. That's all. It had nothing to do with any inclination to hide from her own feelings. That sort of avoidance was cowardly, and she didn't do that. She wasn't doing that. Of course she wasn't.
Bast had been operating under the assumption that despite the fact that it was a nude beach, Hermod was still at least somewhat clothed. He didn't do nude. So she'd figured he was wearing some swimtrunks, or shorts, or at least a speedo. But his last comment upended that idea so entirely, she had to lift her head to be certain.
He was utterly naked.
In public.
She blinked. "Hermod, you don't have any clothes on." Then she frowned. "People will see you." Her expression darkened further as she considered how those people might react to Hermod's muscular physique and tight tushie. "People will see you."