...his face is seriously brown, is that healthy?

First things first, though, she causes another crapvalanche pulling her robes out of the heap but she sure does feel better once she's got them over her shoulders and is standing around in more than her skivvies. Oof.

"A new-molted crab / its shell like a steamed dumpling / knows this gratitude / to those who consume it not / to those who overlook it."

She beams. "We can dress you up later, can't we?"