I'm fine, [Alexis mutters, soaking wet and sniffing disdainfully as she huddles over a pile of wood that she's been trying rather unsuccessfully to start a fire with. Look, it's not her fault that the branch she was gathering apples on buckled under her buckled unexpectedly, and that said branch was over a river, okay?
...she is very clearly not fine. Alexis is probably going to catch a cold at this rate.]
B.
...she is very clearly not fine. Alexis is probably going to catch a cold at this rate.]