Night of the Storm

Miserable and cold, Rive bedded down against one wall of the cave, eyeing the stranger and her lackluster response. She didn’t seem bothered in the slightest in sharing her space with a stranger. Her coat was wet, and the stone was hard, and cool to the touch. The tiny healer shivered, and struggled to find any warmth. She had been a fool to get caught out in this storm far from home. She considered her options, and knew she didn't have any. She had no fur coats on her, they being something to big and awkward to lug around. She didn’t have much in her pouch that would warm her.. Well.. she did have a fire-starter kit, but she doubted she would find any dry wood to burn, and she still carried a mistrust of fire.

She huddled down for a little while longer, shivering, and feeling her body heat seep into the stone beneath her. Dammit, this was getting her nowhere. “Do you see any wood in here anywhere?” she asked the stranger.