[That's a tall order, given that it could require him to head back to the beach, find his way to the ship, root around in a hazardous area, then get back through the fog, all in a few hours. He decides to search closer to where he is, and with some luck and persistence, he's able to find a long satin sash, maybe discarded from someone's gown from the previous night.
When she opens the door, he's already there, wearing another outfit similar to the previous night's, grey, no embroidery. He holds one end of the sash high, pinched between his thumb and forefinger, and lets the rest of its length tumble from his hand, where it ends just above the floor.
He notices that his concerns about the potential state of her body seem entirely misplaced.]
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When she opens the door, he's already there, wearing another outfit similar to the previous night's, grey, no embroidery. He holds one end of the sash high, pinched between his thumb and forefinger, and lets the rest of its length tumble from his hand, where it ends just above the floor.
He notices that his concerns about the potential state of her body seem entirely misplaced.]