She's pleasantly damp when she sees the cave.

There's a moment where she pauses, a bright grin splitting her face amidst the dismal, wet surroundings. She can see the orange glow emanating from the rock enclosure's entrance, smell the smoke that promises cozy and warmth even in the summer heat.

Her feet propel her toward it, exhilarated. A shadow briefly darkens the inviting glow that draws her but is gone as quick as it came. The sight of it is enough to quicken her pace.

He's waiting, and she's ready for the peace and quiet companionship they both rely on.