Leal grabbed his hand torch, helped Ami into her room, and started to pull clothing from wherever he could find it. He knew the woman needed to get out of the wet clothes she was wearing, but he also knew that she would not want him to help her change. He sternly told her that he was giving her fifteen minutes to switch clothes, and after that, he was coming back in. The woman was a shivering mess, and he knew it would take her a long time to change, especially because most of her 'bulk' was fake, and probably also soaked through.
After the time elapsed, Leal cautiously opened the door, and when he saw that Ami was decent, he entered, sitting beside her on the bed. Her lips and nail beds were blue from the cold, and he wondered how his brother could be so cruel to someone they both knew was made of all fluff and no tough.
