Thankfully she has her cloak to shield her from the rain, hood drawn, though the cold and muck is still taking its toll. At least that's what she's been telling herself. Getting sick herself just isn't something she can afford to ponder, with so much left to do...

Seeing Cade, she draws herself upright again. "Oh, no dear. I was just resting a moment before heading back up to the quartermaster." Her lips thin. "But you look as though you could use a few moments out of the rain to dry off. Might you be willing to accompany me?"