(Lucretia bites the inside of her cheek, still rubbing her arms uselessly: there's really nothing to be done except head for the plants and the trees inland as fast as possible. The moment they have sufficient shelter against a tree trunk she finds a couple of snapped boughs, dragging them over, and casting prestidigitation to light a small fire.
The flame isn't big, but it can, at least, be stoked. After some careful feeding with dried leaves, it starts to burn properly. Lucretia shivers madly, holding her hands out to it.)
Lets dry off as best we can and then go exploring. S-Sound good?
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(Lucretia bites the inside of her cheek, still rubbing her arms uselessly: there's really nothing to be done except head for the plants and the trees inland as fast as possible. The moment they have sufficient shelter against a tree trunk she finds a couple of snapped boughs, dragging them over, and casting prestidigitation to light a small fire.
The flame isn't big, but it can, at least, be stoked. After some careful feeding with dried leaves, it starts to burn properly. Lucretia shivers madly, holding her hands out to it.)
Lets dry off as best we can and then go exploring. S-Sound good?