Uncomfortable things

Winifred hadn’t even noticed the small bit of magic Lars placed around them. Taking a deep breath in unison with his words, ”Calm yourself, darling.”, it wasn’t long before Lars had washed Winifred’s soul clean of anguish. Tracing the imaginary bubble in the air, she nodded and continued with brief, but quickly deepening, conversation. Winifred had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at Lars discussing how garb is a broad term. It isn’t like Winifred would know anyways; she is a reader, but not interested in fashion like Lars clearly would be.

The cool hand beneath her face pulled her eyes back to hers. Emotions certainly did make Winifred uncomfortable, especially tears, but didn’t they make everybody uncomfortable? She had essentially forgotten what it was like to console another individual passively, after all, it had been a century since she had been surrounded by them. Bringing her hand up to place it on the back of Lars’ hand, her lips turned in a comforting smile.

"A snob? That is one thing I do not see in you, Winifred. Now, if you don't mind, I am going to take your measurements." The statement pushed Winifred to burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh, darling, you just haven’t known me long enough,” gasping for air in between words, and continuing her girlish outburst. Straightening her posture, Winifred tried not to look at how close the individual was getting to her private bits. It would make things dreadfully uncomfortable. The measurements had to be undone, which she completely understood, but it was an uncomfortable situation nonetheless.

“Er,” clearing her throat, and shifting her eyes before continuing, “do you have an undergarment I could drape over myself when I go to the bath? I would rather not have to put on dirty clothes after being scrubbed clean.”