Gracious, but she was as wet as the bottom of a canoe. Worse, she had no change of clothing. She might well have frozen to death by night's end. "I don't supposed you thought to bring me a change of clothes?" and her teeth chattered with every word. He didn't say anything. "An extra coat for yourself?" One she could borrow? Silence again. "Perhaps some blankets?" "When we get inside." Well, at least there was that. And a fire. A nice, warm fire. They entered the house, Trevain pausing by the front door as he retrieved something. A bag of supplies, she noticed. One she hadn't seen before. He didn't even glance at her as he clutched the burlap bag in one hand, then grabbed her by the arm again, leading her through the front door and to the right. The discarded lantern sat near a doorway, the sudden light making her squint and blink away spots. Trevain let her go, stepping behind her to nudge her in the back toward a nearby room. It was a disaster, not that Ariel had expected it to look different from the rest of the house.
