She tries to make the best of a bad situation.

Hilda folds her arms over her exposed chest and shivers.

It's getting dark and cold. The nearly-nude knight looks around for something, anything she could use as a shelter, but all she sees is a large log leftover from a fallen tree.

I guess it's better than nothing...

Hilda crawls down next to it, trying to use some dry leaves to cover herself and provide a little warmth. She tries to get comfortable, but the whole thing feels clammy and a little gross.

At least things can't get worse.

Of course, the moment she thinks that, fate proves her wrong...