She nodded distractedly, still brushing at herself, then she froze and her forehead furrowed. She looked up at him and frowned.
"What's wrong?" he asked quickly, scanning the cave for signs of a threat.
Tryson reached for Diane to support her, in case she was going to topple, but she smacked his hand away and shook her head.. "I'm fine," she said, looking at her hands and down at her jacket. "But… how the hell did my clothes get changed?"
~ Tryson ~
Diane's head snapped up again, her eyes accusing. He put his hands up and tried to look remorseful. He cleared his throat when she continued to glare.
"I didn't look," he said.
Much, he added in her mind. Her lower jaw pushed out.
"Tryson !"
"It's so cold here, you needed to be in the right clothes. It was a purely practical thing, I
