“I don’t have any extra pants, but I do have a shirt, it’ll be big on you but it’ll help some. It’s better than nothing.”
Fiona nodded, inordinately pleased to have even that. “Thank you. Seriously, I…it’ll be perfect.”
Cookie continued speaking. “I don’t have any shoes that will fit you or an extra pair of pants,” he told her, voicing his worries out loud.
Fiona knew that walking through the jungle in shorts and flip flops was going to suck, which was probably the understatement of the century, but she certainly wasn’t going to complain. The collar around her neck hurt. It had rubbed her skin raw and she thought she was bleeding, but again, Fiona would volunteer to wear the thing forever if it meant getting out of this hellhole.
“I can manage with just the shirt, thank you,” Fiona tol
