For once, he really felt NO shame.
None.
Not a single ounce of anything related to embarrassment or it's often associated feeling of inferiority, despite being quite naked without his armor... and having a human scrubbing on his hide ... or having his mate walking off with a very obvious smirk on her face...
Really. No shame...
None.
Alright so he was lying to himself, but if it hadn't been for the unfortunate meeting with a burr bush and a less then graceful landing, he wouldn't have to be here.
Getting scrubbed like a dog.
After a few moments, the white stallion (who was once again white) turned a baleful blue eye on the native now leaning against him waist deep in the lake. The native, a quiet young hunter with sharp golden eyes, took his meaning quite clearly.. and though he too couldn't hide the smirk on his face (how DID Amarinne pull off that human expression anyway?) he pulled away and wadded out of the water. Crousader paused for a moment, trying to decide if he wanted to stay in the water a little longer and soak away some of his aches, but eventually opted to move out and let Pathen strap on his armor once again.
At least that really wasn't anything to be ashamed of...
Even if it took human hands to put the shining plates in order.
