"I-I've weathered storms before!" the little catgirl said with a huff. She stood, the motion one graceful, fluid move despite how badly she was trembling. Stepping lightly around the fire she snatched her clothing, jumping when another clap of thunder shook the trees. The situation was dire, obvious peril in either choice, but the girl seemed determined to retain her innocence.<br/><br/>Clutching her damp clothing to her chest she cast a nervous glance back at the minotaur before darting out into the rain once more, her white hair and fair skin making her look like a ghost vanishing into the shadows.