Greta had given August a t-shirt, zip up hoodie, and sweatpants, and August made note of one more reason to adore the peachy-haired girl. She was like an instant sister who knew what would be most comfortable.
After slipping the dry clothes on, August looked in the mirror for the first time in a month. She almost didn't recognize herself. Her face was thinner and pale save for the recent flush from being so close to Graeme. But her eyes… August gasped.
"August, are you okay?" Greta called, but Graeme rushed right in without waiting for her reply. She noticed he had changed into dry clothes as well.
"What is it?" He grabbed her lightly around the waist and spun her to face him so he could look her over.
