Her shoulders are stiff the moment Kebechet's arm goes around her, warm as it may be, because that's just a little too much. She's still soaked, shivering with the cold of it, and the last thing Kebechet is is a safe, warm person to cuddle up to.

A kidnapper, a tormentor, her enemy, and they slips their arm around her in a move she finds immediately unwelcome.

But she forces herself not to jerk away, hands clenching into fists until she just wraps her arms around herself to keep warm, forces herself to listen to Kebechet and not think about how satisfying it would be to rip that mask off and shove it somewhere unpleasant.

"I'll have a chance to learn," she says, glancing up at them. "I'm not one to give up when things get difficult."

That's kind of a morbid thing to joke about when Kebechet has just tried to drown her twice, but there they are.

"What else did you learn about my world?"