It took her a minute to roll onto her knees and then onto her bare feet, but she finally did, and she nodded. Her coat was covered in snow now, but she slipped it on, the chattering so advanced at this point that she had trouble closing her fingers around the sleeves. In the end, however, she managed. You belong in the water, the voice in her head said angrily, and Anya didn't think it liked the wolf very much just then, but she followed wordlessly. Maybe he would know where a hot bath was.