Not as well as they'd care to admit

The trip to Bareback Mountain was surprisingly short, but in the hot summer sun, and with all that heavy metal armor on, the two women quickly bake in the stifling heat.

Jenny puts on a tough act, but within an hour she's already soaked through her clothes and is practically swimming in her armor. She's almost certain she can hear her boots make a gross squelching with every step she makes.

As for Hilda, the normally prim-and-proper noblewoman is a complete mess. Her face is red, her hair is a tangled, damp, frizzy clump, and she quietly pants with each step.

After their third break for water, the two look at each other as they each empty their last water skin.

"This... this isn't working," Jenny confesses.

"Yeah," Hilda admits. "We... we're carrying too much." She tries to fan herself with her hand, but it just isn't helping.

Jenny yelps in pain as her hand brushes against her hot breast plate.

"That's it," she sighs as she starts fiddling with the straps. "This has got to go!"