Eventually she must’ve slept. She slept through dawn for the first time in her memory. Instead of sunrise, James woke with the touch of icy water on her face. She blinked in surprise, eyes widening with a faint, animal squeak. As she rose, she found she splashed in water that had crept right up her suit. She hadn’t felt any of it, until it rose up past the edge of her pillow and touched unprotected coat. James shrugged the sopping-wet saddlebags back onto her armor, thankful everything inside was waterproof.