The rain continued to fall around them and the chill in the air threatened to cut to the bone but standing there against Hugh, his arms encircling her helped to ward off the cold. She waited for him to say something, anything; to scream, cry, whisper, it didn't matter. The silence was deafening; ringing through her heart as if it was a thousand confirmations that she was truly now what she had been trying to avoid ever since that day so long ago. 

	Steeling her features she kept as silent about the ache in her chest as he had been to her words. There was nothing more she could say at this point without turning into the volatile archer she was known to be in times of distress. Though she had seen numerous times a look of pride in Hughs features when she would blow up at someone, she doubted he would acquire such a look if it was directed towards him. She had voiced her fears and now been met with silence. She could not know what went through his mind, so she had no way to know what he was attempting and right then, after everything, she was too tired and in far too much pain to want to continue.

	Leaning back and listening to what he had to say about Ariana she nodded and a small smile broke over her features; the smile was true but it was evident by the chill in her eyes there was something much deeper going on. Taking a breath and glancing up towards the heavens the storm seemed to begin to break. 

	"The storm is dying," she said as she reached up with both hands and smoothed her dripping hair back and down her neck. Stepping back over to Hugh, she rested her hand on his chest and gazed up to his eyes. 

	"We should take shelter and dry off," she said quietly before brushing past him and wandering down the path and towards the cave, her hand gripping her shirt above the corset. She was glad for the rain as a few tears pushed through the emotional wall she was creating to protect herself. 

	Sana drew a deep breath as she entered the cave and stepped over to Epona; glad her horse had enough sense to come out of the rain. Pulling the tie to her cloak she let it fall into a soggy heap at her feet before digging out some dry clothing she could wear until morning and setting it on Eponas saddle. Stepping around her horse so that she would only be seen from the thighs down and the shoulders up she began to peel the clothing that clung to her from her form; launching each piece over her horse and onto her cloak that lay on the ground.

	After a few minutes she emerged dressed, if one could call it that. Her bare feet fell onto the clovered floor of the cave. She had what looked to be a dark linen scarf of sorts wrapped around her breasts and tied in the back. Around her waist she had a matching piece of linen wrapped around her hips like a sarong. It wasn't much but it covered intimate areas and that fabric was easy enough to pack away when not in use and took up very little space in her pack. 

	Reaching down she began to pick up each piece of clothing she had discarded and wrung as much water out of them as she could. Standing there the full damage of her injuries from the previous day could be seen. The burn that had peeked through up her neck was not just there but ran the full length of her neck, covering one full side of it. From there it extended down her chest to the top of where her corset usually rested, running down the center of her breast plate, over her chest, under her arm and stretched to the center of her back. It flowed up her shoulder and completely wrapped around one arm, ending at her elbow. It the burn wasn't bad enough, there were clear puncture marks on the same shoulder from the fangs of the dog that had attacked her as well as a nasty set of bite marks on the back of one calf. 

	Sighing to herself she began to toss the clothing over her good shoulder before walking over to the wall of the cave, it a jagged rock face with plenty of holds. A quick rush of breath passed her lips before she place s a bare foot on the wall and began to ascend up the wall quickly until she was able to grab a low hanging root and seat herself on it. Thankfully due to the way she had wrapped the sarong like skirt she was able to maintain her modesty as she climbed.

	Taking a few minutes she hung her clothing up from various roots around her before looking down at the group. "So, any one else want their shit hung up to dry before I jump down?" she asked as she looked at them.