By Angsar's beard, it felt like an eternity before they made it back to Thomas's inn. His legs hurt so bad from the cold, that they began to sting the moment he stepped inside and felt the warmth of the fire.
"Come on, let's take a seat near the hearth," and he moved his way towards an empty table, smiling up sheepishly as the barmaid from earlier looked the pair over with her hands on her hips.
"Where have the two of you been?" she asked.
Killian gave a lopsided, bashful grin. "Fishing."
Her mouth fell open.
"Fishin'?"
Killian nodded. She shook her head.
"By Angsar's breath, you're crazy." and she shook her head and noticed the shivering Solita, then smacked Killian on the arm.
"Hey!"
"And you took HER with you? Looks like the poor dear could have caught her death. Here, let me go fetch you a blanket deary and fetch the pair of you some hot cider and soup."
Killian gave a guilty shrug, then turned to Solita, before glancing guiltily away.
"Yea.. er.. I guess hse was right," he admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck. "It does seem sort of foolish. Some were even saying this might have been one of the coldest days of the year."