She pauses, turning her head to fix him with a look. Is she all right? Is he serious?

She ends up laughing, despite herself. Really, what else is there to do?

"Yeah, m'fine."

She shakes her head, reaching for a small sponge. Her hands are trembling.

"'Least we actually smell like stock animals today. Don't think anyone has t'wonder where we've been. M'jus' scrubbin' the dirt offa me. I'll get a bath come daylight."

She has no intention of going back outside until the sun is up.

The bruises on her wrists have set up nicely. No matter how many swipes she makes with the sponge, they don't lessen or go away.