Dru opened a bag on the sled and tossed a shirt. “I brought some of your old clothes.”
Cryton caught it. “They won’t fit!”
“No, towel off with them!” she said, holding up a pair of her uncle’s trousers. “Then get under the pelts while I wrap your wet hair!”
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