[alas, it's as much as they can manage; at least it just being the two of them in the stall is better than it could be. Olivine is... faintly aware of the relative discomfort, perhaps even just guessing at it from the conversation earlier. and honestly? it's not as if he's actually not used to people seeing his body in some measure. his most formal robes do not cover even a fraction of what could be considered decent.

so it's really kind of without hesitation that he frees the belt of his robe, his actions maybe a little bigger than they strictly need to be. without his normal piercings there's less to hide anyway. the towel actually feels a little strange when it comes to bathing, but for the sake of privacy (or the illusion thereof) it's... better than nothing. his fingers do splay briefly across his belly, over the peridot gemstone there, before turning back to Kaveh with that same faint smile.]

It may seem silly to ask, but—would you like any help in particular? I'll do my best to stay out of your way, in any case. [a soft laugh. it's going to be an effort, considering he's built like a brick house.]