Anya wasn't concerned with nudity, and she felt very strongly that hang ups about clothing were very social and not natural at all. She slipped the frozen-through dress off without an ounce of hesitation, before he even walked out of the bathroom, and she did the same with the undergarments. People were born naked; being naked was nothing to be ashamed over.
She slid, gratefully, into the hot water, and she rested her head back against the lip of the tub and took a shallow breath of the steam. "Close the door to keep the steam in," she told him. Barring any medication, steam was the best option for opening up an asthmatic's lungs.
Or you can just dip your head under the water, said the voice in her mind.
"Can you hear her?" she asked him, eyes still closed.