This is certainly not the first time she's seen Eskel shirtless, although this time her vision isn't clouded by that strange soft-focus haze that the spring gave everything. He's heavily scarred, yes, but that's clearly not an issue for her after the life she's lived and the fact that they've spent a whole day in each other's company, so all the dying firelight does is illuminate him beautifully and give her the opportunity to admire the figure he cuts as he gets himself comfortable and drops off to sleep.

Giving in to the urge to poke the fire a little, she gives herself a minute or two to absorb the realities of her current situation, stretches a little to make her back crack again, and then lies herself down and drifts off to the rhythmic sound of Eskel snoring a few feet away.