The woman hardly had company over, Taliah far more interested and invested in her work than her social life. Ludo and her other baker had joined her a time or two for dinner in her apartment, though it tended to be quiet conversation about their work day rather than anything personal, at least on the were-snake's part, Taliah hardly ever sharing anything past her love for baking. And yet, the Brazilian woman never left her company, let alone her patrons, wanting for anything while she hosted. Tetradore was no different in that moment as she gathers towels and hands them to him, instructing him down the hall. He might have been confused, or perhaps surprised, yet Taliah hardly batted an eye at him as he takes those towels from her arms and he pads down the hall. She wastes no time as she listens to that door close before she is crossing the hall and entering her own room.

Again, it's simple, the room holding nothing more than a bed, a dresser and a nightstand with a rather old looking lamp. Silently rummaging through her dresser, she pulls a gray sweater out and another pair of black undergarments, her go to clothing for the moments she found herself at home to lounge, moments that came very rarely. Undressing, the clothes slip to the floor in a damp pile, her hair quite literally dripping from the soaking she had taken outside. Fully naked, she sets her dry clothes in the bed before she's reaching for a towel slung across the closet door. Quickly towel drying her hair as best as she can, her dark locks fall around her face as her unbound hair falls down her back in a gentle wave. Returning the towel to where she had retrieved it, she makes quick work of dressing, the sweater rather baggy and just long enough to cover her rump.

Taliah looked nothing short of comfortable as she slips her feet into a pair of absurd looking dragon slippers, the green faded from years of use and the slippers rather raggedly as it were. A joke from a time long ago, of happier times, though they were nothing more than painful memories now. Gathering her soaked clothes in her arms, she's careful to hold them away from her body as she exits her room and returns to the living area, pulling the two chairs over to drape her clothes across one and positioning it close to the fireplace to help dry them. She's only just finished rearranging the items when she hears Tetradore enter the room, Taliah turning slightly to glance at him. She's careful to keep her features blank, though she's quite unable to control her gaze as her green eyes linger on his... rather delicious looking torso.

Taliah hardly glances long and yet, she could hardly deny that she didn't appreciate the sight, she simply thought it was inappropriate because of the unique situation they had found themselves in. Dropping her hand to her sides, she takes a couple of steps towards him before she gestures at him to give her his clothes. It isn't long before she has his own clothing items in her hands and she's draping them over the other chair. It hardly takes her long before Taliah turns back to him, "Please, have a seat," she gestures to the love seat next to the fireplace, "Can I get you anything?" She asks in those quiet words of hers waiting for him to take a seat. Crossing the living room, she retrieves a neatly folded blanket from the ground before handing it to Tetradore, "Here, I can't imagine you're terribly warm, even with the fire going. That rain was awfully cold," she grimaces at the recent memory as she hands him the blanket.

Whether he used it or not was entirely up to him, yet, Taliah couldn't deny that she didn't feel bad she didn't have more to offer him. Pulling her green gaze away from him, she takes several steps away from him, positioning herself closer to the fire as the heat licks at her skin. She stifles another groan at the warmth that begins to soak into her bones before she kneels before the fire place, stoking the flames gently before she adds another log to the fire. It hardly takes long before it lights up, Taliah satisfied with herself in that moment as she rocks back onto her heels, setting the iron fire poker back where it lived. Glancing over her shoulder, she watches the naked man for a brief moment, "You know, I could make some of my favorite hot chocolate," she trails off, her head tilted slightly, the woman hardly pushing this time and yet, she was still attempting to devise a way to offer the man more. Whether it was food or beverage, Taliah simply couldn't help herself.