By the time Ronan returned, Vivian had already washed down and wiped her body, carefully avoiding the wound dressings. She rummaged through his backpack for a shirt, finding a black long-sleeved one.
Given that her physique was significantly smaller than the Lycan Alpha's, the hem of his shirt was covered till below her knees. She retied her shawl around her waist, tucking the shirt into it.
She was fortunate to find a hair tie amongst his supplies, drawing up the volume of hair into a ponytail with two stray strands curling at the sides of her forehead.
The pain of her burns was vague and she felt much more refreshed than before. She decided to sit on the boulder near the entrance of the cave, savouring the crisp morning air and contemplating the previous night's events.
