They stood before each other, drenched from the night's storm, unaware of what the next moment would bring. Despite the alcohol within her veins, Genevieve had only consumed enough to lower her fears, an effect that was beginning to fade with each passing second.
"We must rid you of those clothes...you will become ill…" he spoke with every intention to keep her safe.
"Will you assist me?" She inquired as a few steps allowed Crow to emerge behind her. Without the fault of inexperienced fingers, Crow began at the bow upon the base of her corset as she now faced him.
"I detest these bloody contraptions…" Crow commented before him and Genevieve chuckled to the humorous battle the Captain seemed to be losing. The knot present was indeed stubborn, but also weak against Crow's dagger. Using
