"Get yourself dry. If you become sick, you'll have to treat yourself." He turned and strode out of the tent.
She wasn't sure how she was supposed to get herself dry, other than just huddling up next to the fire. A large part of her simply wanted to pass out in her wet clothes. At least she had her cloak and it had protected her a little bit.
But.
Well, she wasn't soaked to the bone, but in her fragile body, it probably didn't matter. Wet clothes were enough to make her sick if she wasn't careful.
If this wasn't their camp - if they were merely stopping for the night - her enduring all that carriage ride would have been for nothing.
She hated that idea.
Very much.
She grumbled.
As much as she wanted to pass out, she really had no choice: she needed to at least strip down to her small clothes if she wanted to ensure she didn't catch some kind of a cold.
