[She shivers and nods- damn, she'd give a wing for some nice fire right now. Or set of new clothing. Leather is not nice when damp. She looks like a drenched rat... drenched, filthy rat; she can feel specks of mud and sand roll over her skin as she moves. Xayah wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to be polite and not spit (that's sand on her face).]
Been worse... [This feels more like a trip and tumble compared to some experiences. She nods thanks when he brings towels and takes them both- discarding her cowl and upper cape to a nearby chair to dry (if they can), and then vigorously drying her hair whilst wrapping the other towel around her shoulders.]
I heard someone scream so I got out. [Sensitive ears even during storms.] Got really unlucky. [She lets the towel rest atop of her head, shooting glances towards Rosinante.] Thanks... for getting me out. I owe you.
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Been worse... [This feels more like a trip and tumble compared to some experiences. She nods thanks when he brings towels and takes them both- discarding her cowl and upper cape to a nearby chair to dry (if they can), and then vigorously drying her hair whilst wrapping the other towel around her shoulders.]
I heard someone scream so I got out. [Sensitive ears even during storms.] Got really unlucky. [She lets the towel rest atop of her head, shooting glances towards Rosinante.] Thanks... for getting me out. I owe you.