Blonde tendrils clinging to Lily's face back and shoulders, water dripping from most of her as she stands still for a moment, except for the shivers running through her, eyes closed as she enjoys the lack of rain pelting her for a few moments. Deep green eyes opening as she takes her backpack off placing it down on the floor with a rather sodden splat, the shortbow and quiver rattling against each other as they are placed next to it. A wooden shield and shortsword soon join the sodden pile as her belt is persuaded to release its hold on her. Finally unladen of her soaked equipment she starts to work her way out of her well-worn hide armor, the leather straps fighting her as she slowly strips the armor from her leaving her in just a sodden lose green robe and pants. Standing up a violent shiver running through all five foot eleven inches her frame, her ample curves rather noticeable in the clinging clothing.<br/><br/>Looking at Madame Falconer as the warm bath is mentioned, a small grimace at the sound of sharing it with Lord Grenoille. Looking at her sodden clothing and then the pile of equipment that had been on her not a few moments ago. "Madame is there anywhere that we can dry out things out without making to much of a mess? And can you please point the way to that wonderful warm bath you mentioned, since if I don't warm up soon I think my bones are going to shake their way out of me in protest about the cold." Giving the Madame a small smile as she rubs at her arms trying to warm up now that they are out of the weather.