<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0y8wEtc.jpg)  </div><br/>Zabeth, oblivious to the source of her aid despite her mistrust, takes Three's clawed hand in her slender, strong fingers, shaky with cold.  Then, just as she's lost her footing and emerging over the lip of stone-- oh, there goes her support, and she's over her head again.  At least, this time, she is spared the cold shock and simply thrashes around for a moment before she manages to wedge her bare feet against the site.  "Gods' blood--" she manages, sweeping the lank, soaking hair from her eyes with a toss of her head, and she manages to quickly, if perhaps accidentally, clean the falling dust from herself before taking Mikka's hand with a grateful tug that hoists her small fame, dripping and streaming water, to dry land.<br/><br/>"I s-s-suppose I d-d-deser-r-rved th-that," she manages between chattering teeth, and she actually clings to Mikka like a drowning man to a pier.  "Oh, ok-kay..." she quickly gathers up her ragged cotton garb, one arm folded demurely over her breasts, and begins to vigorously rub her blued skin.  "Th-thanks," she says to Mikka with a weak smile, then appreciatively follows Katul-- slightly disoriented, she wobbles just a bit, and it's clear she's huddling up to try to warm rather than maintain any scrap of decency.<br/><br/>Crouching by the fire, she extends her hands to it one after the other, hunched over it and scrubbing in between to try to bring some life back to her pinpricking skin.  "D-didn't find it,"  she says aloud, gesturing for a moment toward Kae.  "She spotted it."  She stays there, oblivious to the directions of the others, and meekly slips the cotton pants over her bare ass, thinking clearly enough to check for the knot holding her stash of pins and file.  She holds the cotton shirt to her chest, staring gratefully into the fire, until she warms enough to dress.<br/><br/>"I would love... I mean, love... that l-leather armor."