They abandon their armor

Jenny practically squeals in delight as she tosses the last of her hot, heavy armor into a nearby shrub.

"So much better!" She says with a grin as she stands there in just her sweat-soaked linen shirt and britches. Her clothes are so wet anyone can make out her obviously fit physique underneath.

"It really is," Hilda sighs as she tugs on her own sticky, sweaty shirt to try to cool herself a little more. She then daintily puts a couple of cut tree branches over her discarded gear in an adorably clumsy attempt to conceal it. "Hopefully these will be ok here..."

"Pffft why wouldn't they be?" Jenny scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "No one else is out here. Now come on, let's go."

The two women pick up their swords and continue on their quest, occasionally tugging at their clothes for a moment of respite from the heat.

It can't get worse, right?