Nacho flinches when he cuts the other vine, just out of habit. The swift motion takes him slightly off-guard. A little dizzily, he pushes himself upward, muscular arms stretching towards the ground to hoist his body into a sitting position.

He's a little surprised by Licyn's lack of shame, but willing to follow the other man's lead. His eyes, though, stay pointedly on the other man's face.

"A handkerchief? I, uh. No. Here. Maybe this'll work." He reaches out to tear a strip of fabric from his shirt with a schriikcct! noise, and hands it out to Licyn.