She shivered again and knew she had to get the wet clothing off, before she caught her death of a chill. She waited until he started up the path and then drew off the wet robes, wringing them out over the path. "I will need to get warm first. Drying things is a good idea." She did not look at him as she draped the wet robes over the warm rocks. Letting the warmer air here dry her somewhat. She stood to him sideways and ran her fingers through her long wet hair. Her slender body not hidden from him for the first time.<br/><br/>Long thin scars marred the otherwise perfect body. The stripes on her thighs, back and butt as she turned to let the water flow down the path, as she attempted to wring out her hair. "I will braid it, at least it will be out of my eyes, she chuckled softly. The witchlight hovering halfway between them and allowing him to see the opening of a chamber to the right and a long sloping upwards tunnel to the left.<br/><br/>She tore off a strip of cloth from the edge of her ragged robe and tied off the braid she had made of her hair, letting it hang loosely on her right shoulder. The wall was so warm it started drying the cloth pretty fast. She glanced up to see how far he had gone and faced him without shame. The soft globes of her breasts pointed towards him. She smiled softly, wondering if he had meant what he said. But they had to get out of here and others were waiting.<br/><br/>"Do you see anything above us? Was I right?" she queried.<br/><br/>If he had gone far enough he would find the original chamber overlooking the four rooms and the  drop about twenty feet to the floor.