Irimena had invited Krenen to sit with her, at the fire, while she shivered with a blanket, and nothing more, covering her body. Her intention was to tell him what she thought of him.
"I think I'd rather go," said Krenen with the intention to be funny.
"Sit, you damned bastard." There was no hiding she was cranky. The swim in the ice cold waters of the lake had helped with her frustration, but she still felt wronged somehow.
"Should I turn around while you get dressed?"
"What do you care what I wear? Sit, Krenen."