Seteth finally just shakes his head, murmuring under his breath; Manuela might be able to catch a faint "Who exactly am I trying to fool?" if she listens closely enough. "Never mind. Just..... give me a minute to change."

This is absurd. Since when has attempting to maintain any sense of propriety or decorum ever resulted in anything but misery in this place? This island deliberately, systematically, ruthlessly tears apart your sanity if you're stubborn enough to cling to your ideals for too long. Even after this long here, it's easy to forget that.

When Seteth returns, he's clad in only his bracelet and a towel wrapped around his waist, moving to join Manuela in the pool. "I assume our gracious hosts have told you nothing except that you ought to get cleaned up, correct? Have they given you a bracelet yet?"