[On the contrary, Cornelia is glad she forced him to make that promise. She feels somewhat relieved, the tension that had tightened her features while she held her breath now alleviating slightly as she watches him move away.]
A shirt? [She glances at his chest, knowing full well that the clothing she is wearing will not help her cause. But to wear a man's clothes is indecent. She frowns.] Anyway, that much skin is still... [She has several scars, only one in her side that is truly noticeable. There are a couple of others, however, that personally have not healed. The ones left by the brother she trusted so much during the last moments she remembers in her world.]
I... will go. And sit by the edge. But you are more than welcome to enjoy yourself in the jacuzzi.