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"Clothes."

Kratos glanced up from where he sat trying to light a fire. Anna was standing in front of him, an annoyed look on her face. "What?" he asked finally.

"Clothes. I need them. Something to sleep in, at the very least."

"Why didn't you bring clothes from your house in Luin?" he asked irritably.

"It wasn't the first thing on my mind," she retorted. "In case you don't remember, my home was on fire and being overrun by Desians."

"…I can't help you." He went back to the fire.

Groaning, Anna slumped onto the ground next to him. "Don't you have anything?"

"No. Just sleep in the dress you're wearing now," he said.

"That's really unhygienic, Kratos."

"It's either that or sleep naked."

Anna snorted. "Nothing in your bag?" Without waiting for his answer, she dove into his pack and started yanking out random clothes. "Is there anything clean in here?"

"No," he said coolly, yanking the bag out of her grasp. "My clothes need washed, so they're just as bad as yours."

Anna stared at him for a few seconds. Finally, she said, "What you're wearing right now is clean, isn't it?"

"Anna, I am not giving you the shirt off my back."

"Come on, it's not like I'm asking for your kidney. You're wearing another shirt under it, right?"

"Yes, but that's not the point," Kratos muttered. "You have to learn to fend for yourself. Go find your own clothes."

"So," Anna said slowly, "I don't really have much of a choice here, do I? I mean, I can either go to bed in my dress or nothing, since you're being a total jerk and would rather keep an extra, unnecassary shirt on than see me go to bed in clean clothes."

"That's correct."

After a few minutes of silence, Anna shrugged and stood up, stretching. "Okay, then. I'm going to get some shut eye."

Kratos sighed. Finally, she was going to sleep. He was beginning to rethink travelling with her.

He continued trying unsuccessfully to start a fire. It had rained last night, so the only wood he could find was still damp. Perhaps if he had something else to light…

Kratos was so wrapped up in his musings that he didn't notice Anna walking past him. He heard her, knew she was there, but ignored her.

"Goodnight, Kratos," she said cheerfully.

"Goodnight, Anna," he said, looking up.

His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped slightly. "Anna…why are you…?"

"Naked?" she asked politely. "You gave me two options, and I chose this one. I'm going to bed without my clothes on."

Kratos' face turned slightly pink as he covered his eyes with his hand. "Please, I was not serious."

"But I like this," Anna said, throwing her arms out wide and spinning. "It's not cold outside, kind of breezy, and it's nice for my skin to get fresh air. Is my being naked making you uncomfortable?" She sank down beside him, forcing him to turn his head the opposite direction. "Seriously, is it bothering you? Because you know what you could do? Give me your shirt."

"For the love of…" Kratos muttered. "Fine." He stood, trying to avoid looking at her. She, however, stood with him, directly in front of him, so he had no choice but to look at her as she grinned smugly. He pulled off his outer layer and tossed it to her.

"Thank you so much, Kratos," she said, tugging it on. It hung down to her middle thigh, covering her enough so that Kratos could stand to look at her without feeling awkward.

"And don't pretend you didn't enjoy that. It's the one and only time you'll see me without clothes on."

Kratos rolled his eyes. "You have my shirt, now get to sleep."

"Will do." She settled down, yawning, leaving Kratos to come to the realization that his newfound comrade would always manage to get her way.