The water was cold. It was good, wonderful even. Gilda shuddered as she felt the fatigue being washed away, more refreshed than she’d known in days. It had been just a few hours since they had finished whatever water they could get from Aricia, and she was too thirsty to protest when Imlay proposed to have the wagon look for any nearby water supplies. After hours of almost constant battles, this was the best reward she had received for today. 