Convincing Jate to stay with her hadn’t taken much persuasion, even though he was well aware that Kit was too tired for any strenuous activities. Even climbing into the bathtub had been too much for her. Once all of her layers were off and she was wearing a clean shift, she’d discovered the mud was mostly on her clothing, though some had managed to splatter above her boots near her shins, but that had come right off. Snuggled in his arms, she tried to relax, ignoring his bare chest and the fact that all he was wearing were his breeches.