"Forgive me, that was rude. The past few weeks have seemed one very long, very exhausting day." Her smile is tight as she pushes her curls over her shoulder, already thicker and fluffier from the steam coiling through the air as she drops into a bow, as if Herian's not in a state of undress. "Araceli Bonaventura, at your service."

Araceli has little modesty when it comes to herself, setting her basket down as she quickly strips down herself, several tattoos all in shades of grey or black able to be glimpsed (the fox on her left forearm, the anchor and compass on the right, and right as she slips off her shirt, a moon filled with waves over her heart.)

"I imagine it isn't the easiest thing, to manage all that," she gestures to Herian's hand as she picks up the basket again, making her way to the water where she slips in with a grateful little sigh, submerging herself before she pops up again and continues. "After whatever caused those, I know how that can be. Help yourself but...I think that requires two sets of hands."