"You and me both," I answer with a snort. I've still got my underwear on, so at least there's that, but that doesn't mean anybody's lining up to fawn over my pasty thighs. Except, oddly, maybe Ravi.

I wave away the clothes, not wanting to touch them yet, and pluck the soap from Kira's hand. I brace myself as I wade into the water, but it's not nearly as cold as I remember it, which is concerning on a whole other level. It's still cool, but it's definitely warmed considerably since leaving its source.

"See, this is the sort of thing that makes for a great story when you're old and sitting around the fire," I call back as I begin lathering up the soap. "Remember when I had to bring you clothes because you were covered in shit? Good times."