That was disconcerting at best. And disconcerting was Eirika understating the situation. From the moment she'd... taken on a form more like her brother's, she'd wanted to close up and hide. She hadn't even spoken, because she was concerned about giving herself away. But someone was bound to put two and two together when they realised that beneath the towel, a boy was wearing a one-piece feminine swimsuit. That was stretching all too much across broad shoulders and a frame she wasn't akin to having.

Seeing... Kyogre lacking in his own apparel, Eirika couldn't fight the way she averted her gaze. His gaze. She didn't even know anymore.

"U-uh," was the surprisingly boyish tone. "Uh, no. It is not as though the spring is beneath my jurisdiction." Oh, by the gods. What would Ephraim say? That was the real test, wasn't it? "Please, enjoy yourself," came the invitation as Eirika waved him in with her free hand - the one not trying to keep her polite.