Not much

Carla's faces goes as red as a tomato as Rila awkwardly (but adorably) hides behind her to cover her own nakedness.

"I... um... well... you see..." the peasant stammers as she tries to come up with a reasonable explanation.

The naked woman sighs and gathers her thoughts.

"The truth is..." she starts to speak, just as a loud scream echoes through the keep.