[Wanda has long since lost any sense of modesty here on the island. She's not sure she ever really possessed it. As he strips out of his wet shirt and pants, she in turn strips away the shawl around her shoulders and the dress wrapped around her form.

She doesn't drop it to the ground however, but rather begins to squeeze out the excess moisture before draping it over an arm. To his credit, the suggestions he makes are admirable. To try and find wet firewood in a storm so they could warm themselves is gentlemanly...but unnecessary.]

You don't need to do that. We already have everything we need here...just a moment.

[Still holding her clothes, she steps deeper into the cave, into a shadowy area where a torch lies waiting. She uses a bit of flint to spark the torch alight and lifts it, showing that this cave is quite large and well worn. And also more of a tunnel than it is a single space. Looking wet and cold, bedraggled at best, Wanda begins to pad barefoot in deeper.]

Squeeze out the most of the water here, and carry your clothes with you. I have dry firewood and a place for you to rest deeper in.