The breeches were huge compared to her small frame and she had to cinch her belt much higher than normal and she had to roll up the cuffs in order to keep from tripping. The shirt was also very big, but thankfully it didn't look as strange on her. She lifted the front of the shirt to her nose again and sniffed. Home. She knew that being on the run would suck the scent from the clothes long before they were able to get back so she wanted to enjoy it while she could. She also realized that these were most likely Winter's clothing which made her blush slightly. She's never warn another's clothes besides her mother. It was strange. At least they were warm. She also pulled on an extra pair of boots he had brought considering she had been barefoot this whole time. Not much use are shoes when you spend a lot of time in a cell.
When she finished, she laid on her side on the cot and closed her eyes. Exhaustion ached in her bones, but she rolled around in attempts to get comfortable. And couldn't. She was still so on edge and there's no telling if they were truly safe just yet. For all she knew, there could be daggers lurking in the trees of the Shadow Children might mistake them for an enemy. Their best bet was to keep going. There was no way she was resting tonight. She stood, stooping to avoid hitting her head on the "ceiling" and exited their shelter in search of Winter, her pack strapped to her back and ready to go. He was digging through the underbrush for dry branches when she found him. "Winn, we should go. Daggers could be lurking.." Her dark eyes darted back and forth as they searched the trees for shadows that have haunted her more in these past few months than they had ever bothered her as a child.