"You undress, yes." She hums, and as he comes closer, she swallows down. The night before had been good and bad, painful and then pleasurable. It left a ball of nerves in her belly of a different sort. She was letting her take some control. Set how this proceeded between them.

So swallowing down, remembering how he seemed to like the sight of her - Gilia rose up out of the water, cascading off her with a splash, petals stuck across her skin as she beckoned him close to reach for the hem of his shirt and go to tug it off. But rather than too eager, there is a care, a reverence to it. He was her husband, and for her to adore and one day, hopefully, love.