She smiled back, a little devilish. "And I am pro you being pro just-bathrobe," she replied. To Tragos' credit, he didn't shy away from the way her body was now. He didn't stop trying to touch her even though her skin was patchy and her bones stuck out. If she was healthy, she would invite him to press her up against the wall and have his wicked way with her- but she wasn't. Couldn't. She was so thin she couldn't hold her body heat very well. She needed the fluffy socks and the plain but comfortable panties.
Regretfully, she sighed, and kissed Tragos' cheek. "Yeah, I need them. But I wish I didn't."