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When Raki stopped with hours of light left in the sky, Clarice assumed he had been tired by the encounter with the bandits. She sent Miata to find water, while she set out to clear the area for a campsite, all while urging Raki to take a rest.
"How is you uniform?" Raki asked, leaning back against a broad tree. "Still wet?"
"No, it's dried," Clarice said. "Thank you for lending me you cloak during the day, though."
"Let me see it," bade Raki, startling Clarice.
"But, then my uniform, you'll see…" she stammered at his sudden demand.
"Exactly, that's the idea," said Raki. "It would be rather hard to do this if you were still wearing that. Now hurry; it'll be awkward if Miata sees you doing this."
"Doing this?" Clarice cried, flushing. "Aren't you tired from the bandits?"
"Only some," Raki said. "I stopped early because I knew this would take awhile, and it would be awkward doing this at night after dark."
"Raki," Clarice warned, anger mixing with embarrassment, "I haven't known you long, but…"
Raki sighed. "But nothing. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sew in the dark? Just keep the cloak on and take off the uniform over there, before Miata comes back and gets any wrong ideas."
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