[ Fortunately for Aigis, Mithrun's very good at following directions. He stays put as she enters the building and returns with an armful of towels. ]

They'll dry eventually.

[ He doesn't see any problem with having to wait around for the clothes to air dry. Mithrun unfastens his soaked mantle, gathering it in his arms. He shivers as the cold sets in, wind nipping through his layers. ]

An inn, maybe.

[ He pauses, gazing at Aigis inquisitively before wilting a bit. ]

...but I don't have any money, should they require us to pay to use their dryer.