Constantine had gone back and brought her a change of clothes from her things. He didn't have such a luxury - he had, of course, been forced to drop the satchel containing his supplies while running through the forest with Vica a few days back. He should go back and get it at some point, he thought to himself, but for now, he had no problem waiting naked for his clothes to dry. He didn't share Vica's quaint insecurities.
Luckily, he found her right where he left her. He had half a suspicion that she would scurry off into the woods, but there she remained, sitting with her knees up and her face buried in her folded arms. She had yet to speak more than a monosyllabic response at a time, but judging by how she shied away from him as he walked toward her (yes, completely naked), she was at le
