It eventually began to dawn on Scar where they were, that anyone could walk by at any time, but he was loath to pry away. They were tucked away in a corner... How many people would really come by here?

But those were thoughts at the back of a hopelessly clouded mind, for now. He tried to keep his wet clothes from brushing against her dress as he drew his leg onto the bench to ease the angle.

How long did people usually do this...?