"Agreed. We do not wish to invite the cold inside." It would have defeated the purpose of bursting into the first house she found to get out of the sudden storm. She probably should have been wiser about going out in that sort of weather, but she was still not used to the fact that she no longer had an eagle's eyes to rely upon for scouting.

"I think the ... coat," she said, a pause before the still-unfamiliar word as she tested it in her head, "kept the worst of it off."

Her hair was wet, but she could hardly take that off.

She shut the door with a good deal more care than she'd opened it, and stepped further into the house, crossing her arms across her chest for a little more warmth.

"It appears I was fortunate to choose this house."