Faelen nodded a little sorry he couldn’t have been more help. He moved to his pack still strapped to his horse and pulled out some trousers and a shirt.
Walking over to her slowly, he handed her the clothes before promptly turning away.
Cordelia smiled as the prince turned away from her. If nothing else, at least he was chivalrous, which was a lot more than she could say for most of the guys back home. After quickly stripping down until she was left in her underwear, Cordelia slipped on the much looser articles of clothing with ease.
“You can turn back around now.” she called out as she began to roll up the shirt sleeves. Both the shirt and the trousers were way too loose on her since they obviously were Faelen’s, but they’d do for now.
Picking up her own discarded clothes, she held them out to Faelen. “Can you hold on to these for now?”
(via thedarkwolfslaying-archive-deac)