Deldan yeny Ashet marched down the hall in nothing but a towel, dripping water as he went, until he reached the security station where the guard-- a magnificent specimen of a hardened warrior-- eyed him curiously, but didn't speak. Deldan hadn't seen this particular person before and he dressed considerably differently than most of the guards they'
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Aldia chuckled. They'd found the Lanteans among the prisoners to be very strange when it came to matters of pleasure, nudity, and bodily functions and the ones they'd dealt with here hadn't been much better. "Can I borrow something?" she asked.
Deldan nodded. She'd dropped her clothes just outside the shower and the garments had gotten rather soaked as the two of them had scrambled out of the powerful spray. He tossed her a soft, thick knitted shirt with some sort of writing across the front and a pair of trousers in a similar fabric which had ties in the waist. They'd be long and loose on her, but the ties would keep them secured.
The both got dressed quickly and then he sat down on the bed, pulling her in to stand between his legs. "I'll have to ask about getting some better anchor points installed if we're to be here long."
She leaned in and kissed him and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her against him. It wasn't love. But she was young and enthusiastic and Deldan couldn't afford to be picky right now.
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