Cryton shivered crossing the cold cave floor barefoot. “I need shoes.”
“I have spare boots,” Dru answered, lifting the bucket. “Clothes too, they should fit.”
She retightened her blanket and shuddered reaching the sled. “At least you don’t dress too, girly.”
Dru harrumphed pouring water into a small iron pot.
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