The fugitive Snow White meets Aein, the alien, in the woods for the first time...
Clothing him was trickier than she thought. She held up her coat. The sleeves could be tied around his waist like an apron and the rest of it could be used to shield... well, whatever.
“This is the best I can do for a loincloth,” she said. “You’re not cold, are you, Aein?”
“Loincloth?” He pronounced it as though it were a suspicious type of medicine.
“It’s for... you know.” Helplessly, she waved it before his genitals.
He took it from her, frowning. “But I have never covered myself.”
“Not even once?” she said. He must come from some place seriously liberal. Hanna Cherry would have a fit to know she was talking to a naked man and discussing his state of undress as though it were an entomology dissertation.
“Well,” she said firmly, “you’ll have to cover yourself in these parts. It’s the rules, or you’ll be hung for indecency.” Not really, but that would put a spur into him. “This will do until we get you new clothes. Or unless you trap a bear and skin yourself a new coat.”
Don’t expect me to trap one for you, she didn’t say, thinking of the rabbits.