Nerine curls her lip as if imitating Hesri's scar-pulled mouth and stands unmoved, her hands at her sides, fairly vibrating with anticipation. 'No punching tits' does not in fact look like it'll be difficult for him, she does not have enough to speak of, but if she did she's so short that he could've backhanded them without raising his arm.

"Why are you still topless? Never mind," Galli says, determined not to get weird about it even as various onlookers snicker. She holds up something like a long handkerchief, rumpled and damp without being fouled. "Here, let me show you the flag knot. You go like this, and this..." She ties it loosely around her hand and inserts her other hand to show that the knot isn't giving, then tugs on one of the trailing ends. It comes apart immediately.

"Tie it where you like. What is she - what a freak!" That last is muttered, as very abruptly Nerine has turned away and found a puddle of watery mud, stirred it up and splashed some on her arms, and then just flopped into it and started rolling around. When she rises to tie a sash around her waist, she's so coated that she's a monotone dripping gray-brown.

Hesri lets out a breath in not quite a sigh. "Don't call her that. She just burns hotter than most of us in some regards. It makes her care about some things more than others." Addressing Guts directly she says, "You won't hurt her too much, will you? She's more capable than she looks but..."