[ she looks down, when she sees him, and... has a self-conscious moment, just briefly, but then she tugs the blanket to spill off her shoulders to the ground, rubbing lightly at her face with her other hand, as if it could suppress the flush rising to her cheeks.

because—oh, he... he looks so handsome, and honestly she hadn't even expected him to wear the stockings, but it's... a really good look, and she only looks slightly sheepish at looking him up and down as she rises to her feet. ]

...ah—hey.

I, ah... hope it lives up to what you imagined.