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"Um," Sara said.

Nyssa frowned. She drifted closer, slowly pulling herself out of the spring, as Sara curiously wandered to the edge of the outcropping. Nyssa approached, though didn't go quite as close to the edge as Sara. It was unlikely anyone would see them somewhere of out of the way, but she was always warier when nude.

Her wet, black hair clung to her back. Still, she didn't show any shame while it was just her and Sara, just a vague discomfort now she was out of the pool.

"So... are there animals out here?" Sara said.

"Some," Nyssa said. "You know this."

"Do they, er, steal clothes?"

Nyssa paused. She looked with dawning horror from the place Sara had been, to where they were now. Tiny scratches in the rock marked the path of some creature, from there to here, and out over the edge where they had no way to follow. And at no point on that journey was there even a single garment.

Nyssa shivered, as much from the breeze on her body as she dried as from nerves.

"Is this normally how your 'skinny dipping' is supposed to end?" Nyssa said.

"No!" Sara said. "Well, not most of the time."

Sara hesitated. She crossed her arms, just under her breasts, not yet worried about modesty. Where they were, they were out of sight. They just couldn't stay there indefinitely.

Nyssa's cheeks warmed, and she started to pace the spring, circling it as if there would be some trace, or some convenient washing line left in place. There was nothing.

She looked up, about to ask for help, when she saw Sara eyeing her rather openly. She wasn't sure what she'd expected.

"This is the last time we try one of your traditions," Nyssa said.

"Hey, this is still way nicer than some of the things the League considers fun," Sara said.

"Say that when you have to explain to my father why we returned to Nanda Parbat like this," Nyssa said.

Sara faltered.

"There's... there's got to be another way, right?" Sara said.

"Do you expect to stumble upon some helpless passer-by with clothes to steal so close to the League of Assassins?" Nyssa said. "Or to sneak past all security and dress in our rooms?"

Nyssa distracted herself from the uncomfortable images of what seemed to be their inevitable future by letting a little of her frustration seep into her voice. She crossed her arms, though unlike Sara she actually covered her breasts, very aware of how likely they were to be exposed.

"Not like you to give up," Sara said.

Nyssa sighed. She had a point. Between the Heir to the Demon and her promising apprentice, there had to be some option that didn't involve just baring all to the League!