With their skin... but what about their clothes? :P
Kyra returned to the divan with her movements heavier than usual. She smiled at the mention of Septas. "I don't think ours ever had such trouble as these at the Keep. Nor did they ever so woefully misplace us."
Gareth's name drew a wince from her. "No, he..." she shrugged. "Courtesy is not Gareth's strength." Resignation. It was the truth. Even if she knew he loved her. He did. He would never do such things but for their dreams... She could stand some short time apart.
"I am sorry to hear you have had no success." She gave Matthrew an almost-smile. "So do you yet believe it a kidnapping? Or has something more unusual gone awry with the children?"