(( I needs to get a picture of her. Also, cloaks everywhere! :3 ))

Cold and wetness met his hand when he touched her. The tattered cloak and thick, grey cloth shirt was clinging to her and still soaked. The black skirt and long boots she wore was stained with mud and clay and matted with leaves here or there.

Her face wasn't hidden by her hood, having slipped back at some point during her 'fall' through the darkness. Messy black, shoulder-length hair framed her calm, sleeping face. A set of pointed animal ears covered with short black fur, which would be easier to notice if it wasn't for the messy hair, rest upon her head. They seemed to twitch ever so slightly at the sounds of his bangles.

Despite the stranger's warm touch, it seemed to have little effect in the way of waking her. She seemed too far into her exhaustion to be stirred by anything short of a world cataclysm.