[ she sobers some, peering up at him. her eyes fall to his mouth, and she bites her lip, thinking of that kiss, the night of the winter fete. of how he'd deceived her. she'd certainly seen him in that light. ]

Very convincing. [ she follows it with an abashed smile, thoroughly awkward, and a hasty subject change. ] Have you stopped by the chapel? They have supplies. Blankets, clothes. [ she looks at his kefta, and hers. ] It might help with blending in.