[His arms around her are soothing, the warmth soaking in through chilled skin and much like a cat she nestles against him. She listens to him speak with her head tucked beneath his chin, looking off to the side at what he says to consider it. And then she shifts, sliding into his lap and combing back wet blond hair.
This is a comfortable, safe moment. Her skin morphs in its usual ripple of almost-scales, a surprising relief that leaves her still very much undressed but less visibly so, thanks to the scaley covering across her entire body.] Thanks. This feels... better.