Maeve takes a moment to shove her feet into her boots, even though they're still a bit wet. Everything will dry by morning, she has to figure, and she'd rather not walk back barefoot. That would be worse than all the rest.

"Let's go," she agrees, teeth chattering a little as she shivers.

It's nice, though. Refreshing. Even though she'd been a little stoned earlier, she feels alert now and awake, like she hasn't in a long time. Everything about the air around them feels sharp, the starlight like pinpricks coming down through the trees.

"It really is pretty out here," she says as they walk back to their spot.