[But they had, hadn't they? Just not to death -- to comatose, which she is starting to think might be worse. Seviilia frowns, but doesn't voice her thoughts, choosing instead to rest her head on the side of the pool and stare at the ceiling.

When Pidge asks her question, she doesn't move.]

I have seen enough bodies in various states in my lifetime to find sheepishness over bare flesh to be rather quaint.

[She could not speak to how other elves might feel -- she was less of them than she appeared to be. The culture of the dead was its own, and it was unlikely that others would find her desirable enough to comment on it.

The fact that Pidge can't seem to wrap her head around it almost brings a smile to her face.]

No. It is not weird to me.