He could have done so very easily; she would have simply assumed it would maximize the effect of whatever she was doing. She kept her eyes shut despite being turned away, true to her word, and only opened them once she felt the chill disappear and his fingers pull away.

"Thank you," she said simply, with a sweet smile, before moving to the bench that held her clothes and carefully beginning to redress. Years of practice meant that she was back to her normal immaculate self fairly quickly, though the alcohol still in her system was probably to blame for the slight crookedness of her obi's bow. Only one thing was missing; her hair comb was still in her hand, rather than tucked in.

"Ah...your braid came slightly undone," Ashiko explained before he could ask, gesturing to his hair. "I could...fix it, if you'd like."