Yun Que felt something was amiss when she saw the Hellhound throwing all her clothes aside, so she spoke up, "A'Quan, aren't you going to keep a piece or two?"
"Why should I keep any? Don't you find it uncomfortable to have wet clothes sticking to your body?" The Hellhound sat down cross-legged in front of the campfire.
"That's true." Yun Que glanced at her own coat, considering taking it off herself, then she called out to the Bliss Bird on the other side, "Bliss, A'Quan has a point; let's take ours off too and dry them quicker by the fire."
"Are you an idiot?" The red-haired girl didn't look up, rotating the stick to turn her socks over, "Even if you roast yourselves dry, you'll still have to put the wet clothes back on."
"Ah, is that so? What should we do then?" Yun Que was visibly troubled, "But if we hang all the clothes over the fire, there won't be any place for us to warm ourselves."
"Then we should just wear them and dry off together." Bliss Bird suggested.
