Tvaldis was torn. He hadn't ever really cared about seeing mortals naked one way or the other. He didn't seek it out, but also found their modesty silly considering that it was just flesh. But Mira giving him warning before she changed, after everything that had happened the night before, he found himself growing somewhat embarrassed at the idea. He was slow, catching a glimpse of her before turning to look anywhere else. If he could have blushed he very well might have.
"Right, the work. I know you said that we need to break something, and I suggested a wheel. I think it might also be a good idea, if we have them, to burn herbs associated with life and staving off death. Since those can, ah, repel my kind in certain circumstances."
That was something he hadn't thought about the night before, but he supposed it made sense. Most magic was couched in so much metaphor and proxy that it was hard to determine what would work and what was just folk nonsense. But he knew for a fact that burning sage and henbane together worked.
Tvaldis floated beside Mira as they talked, looking over her shoulder but remaining intangible so that she would'nt accidentally bump into him. He was curious to see what she had in store, and what she would need him to do to get this thing rolling.
