"Not looking," Alistair announces; he is, true to his word, not looking, with a hand held up like a blinder and his head turned slightly away from Bethany, who may not be completely naked but is also not completely clothed. "Need water."

He wiggles the jug in his hand. See?

But he also cracks the fingers of his blinding hand just a little, enough to squint through the sliver at her—not sneakily, not trying to hide it, and not really looking anywhere but her face. He's a good lad.

"I keep trying to tell Zevran the river is fine for bathing."