The young man was unaware of her presence until she was upon him, the hair brushing against his cheek startling him. He gasped, flinched, and immediately moved a hand to seize whatever it was that was touching him. In his flailing, though, he ended up slapping his own cheek as he turned some in his chair. Even the small glimpse of her naked form had him blushing bright red and turning right back around to keep his head down.
"Um... Good morning, Vanora," he muttered uncomfortably, coughing slightly as he waved in the general direction of the clothes that had been set out for her. "No need to be uncomfortable, remember there are clothes for you." Idris had no idea her interest was in the journal before him. In his embarrassment he hurried to his feet and averted his eyes from her as he went to retrieve something for her to wear himself. "You must be cold," he sighed, having a hard time keeping up his manners.