Oh. Oh no. Shonagon averts her eyes and hoists the sheet high between outspread arms.

"No, I--I mean, I'll hold this up, so that you can have some privacy to change clothes."

She gestures vaguely with one hand (flapping the sheet a little) at some breeches lying nearby, a sturdy brown woolen pair. "How about those ones? They look about your size."

And they're clean, she added silently.