blessed are the drifters, the stars that die
Maryani had a fascinating day in town, during which she learned certain tidbits of information highly relevant to herself--ones she realized, after some resigned contemplation, she also would have to make known to Martel. Great. So much for never revealing even the slightest bit of personal information. She felt stressed enough afterward to have a very long and possibly overly indulgent bath, and totally neglected (oops!) to acquire fresh clothing prior to heating up the water. So once she's...mostly dry, and it doesn't take that long in Rendor, she parades through the house without a stitch on, into the room where Martel is.
Other women would be embarrassed, but it's less that she's showing herself off and more that she doesn't want to bother to get dressed, and there's nothing about her body she doesn't think she can be proud of, pretty much. Shame is for other people, and Maryani doesn't particularly comprehend why they bother with it, either.
Physically, that is to say. People fuck up a lot, but just having a body isn't a crime.
This is going to be a disaster, and she's pretty sure he has company right now. Oh well.