She was momentarily tempted to point out that she had already seen him naked--inadvertent as it might have been--with their dip in the springs, but she again held her tongue.
When he tossed the pile of fabric at her she stared at it in confusion for a moment before his offer actually processed. She blinked.
"Oh. Thank...thank you."
As quickly as she could, she pulled the clothes on. They were too big, and smelled very distinctly of moss and sweat and something that she assumed was just Ehvren, but they were warm, and she didn't exactly have the opportunity to be picky.
"I'm ready," she murmured, offering him a small smile when he turned back again and repeating, "Thank you. Really. I mean it, thank you."