Vasha giggles at Bertram's discomfort at her body "I'm sorry, I guess I'm a lot like my mother, who prefered to longue in the nude. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can put something on, but don't be ashamed of my body, it's who I am."
"And don't begrudge yourself on protecting me. You and puddles did a wonderful job, or else I wouldn't be here. And I'm not much worse for ware now, see?" she points to the wound on her hips that is nearly healed "I should be fine in a day or two, good as new." she smiles.