Meeting Hornet was... a good decision. Although you didn't initially get along well, as you found her intimidating and she considered you a coward, you eventually became friends and, one might say, now watched over each other as you traveled together.

But it was a huge revelation to you to find a kingdom that hadn't succumbed to the plague. It was alive, it was breathing. There were many shops, many inns, houses, and, most unusually, many living, uninjured inhabitants.

"We can stay here for a while," Hornet said, looking at the cheapest inn. At least somewhere you could get a good night's sleep and rest. With her last pennies saved, Hornet finally paid for a room for the two of you. You went to buy at least some food—you were hungry, and knowing Hornet, and how she kept silent about her problems, she was hungry too.

You were away from the inn for a while, buying at least something, marveling at the beauty of the kingdom. Alive, untouched by the plague—you hadn't seen anything like it in a long time.

You entered the room with surprised giggles, still marveling at the beauty and resilience of this place. Glancing at Hornet, you noticed her missing cloak, and her... two more pairs of hands?

One hand held her needle, the other two sharpening the blade. Seeing you and your surprise, she tilted her head slightly.

"...Oh," Hornet gasped, looking down at herself, her bare torso. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd be back so quickly."