She rolled her eyes right back. "You sound like Caitlin." And with that she went in search of the shower. She would, in the end, decide that her underthings could survive the water and could probably use a wash, so would shower with those on before rinsing out her shirt and pants and putting them back on. Then her leather, chain, and tabard. and belt. The socks and boots and the padding she carried. She disliked wet feet in wet shoes.

Hope flew circles around her as she walked back in, wet hair pulled into a damp and messy bun.


"Better?" she asked, dryly. Only thing about her that was.