"Nerys and I are basically the same size," he says, the logic catching up to the non sequitur moments later. "I'll bring you some fresh clothes," he promises her over one shoulder, knowing there should be more than one pair dry at the house. And a makeshift sled for other supplies, if they really are going to have to drag the village back up through the water.

"Honestly," he adds, turning back to Ravi, "if you don't want to trek back to yours, I've got plenty of shit at the house." His arms and legs might stretch the hems a bit, but if it saves time, Kira will live.