Carefully, respectfully, she keeps her back turned. Granted she is making the fire, so perhaps there is a degree of necessity in there as well, but her gaze stays carefully trained forward. At least this is something she is experienced enough in, and soon there is a fire crackling to life, smoke rising in wisps up the chimney.

Her own clothes are soaked, but she doesn't see to that quickly. First hangs up some of Rani's wet things on some lines so they might dry, and then goes to retrieve more dry things and blankets, banishing herself to a corner to get changed. The clothes fit her better, though some of the supplies are not designed for someone of her height, and so look slightly tragic. Claiming a place next to Rani, she brings more blankets, and wraps them around her wife's shoulders, her arm tentatively coming to rest there as well, hugging Rani to her side.

"Rest. We'll dry out and get warm, and if the rain has stopped, we'll travel back in the morning Sleeping might help your cold."