Light has more problems with nakedness, but she's also lived in excruciatingly close quarters with a lot of people and far fewer bathrooms for going on seven months. So while she stammers a little when Persephone ambushes her in a flurry of petals and links their arms, she also just... goes with it. Her expression is a conflicted mixture of tolerance and embarrassment.

If nothing else, though, she's right. This really is a special occasion. Even if she's never been good at taking holidays.

"Guess you're right," she allows, aloud, for diplomacy's sake or whatever. She'd ask about the 'no clothes' thing, but that would mean calling attention to it. So instead, she just drops her own towel before she's tugged into the first pool and thanks the goddess - uh, not this one - that she packed a bikini. "Showers are fine, but..."

But next to the warmth that seeps into her skin from the water, they're nothing. "I could get used to this."