She hears the towel fall—feels his weight—and she tries not to blush.
Eyes still closed, she circles around to his front, pulling the edges of the yukata together, overlapping them and then groping at his waist for the tie. She opens her eyes when done and finds him pulling the still wet hair out of the back of it.
"Here." Reaching down, she snatches up the towel and then moves behind him, carefully wrapping the long silver hair and squeezing out the loose water.
She tries to ignore how nice the black material looks against his pale skin.
