Thankfully, Ferdinand knew his way around the island. He also still had another layer or so that he could spare if Manuela started to feel a little too exposed. It would only cover her up top, and she'd likely swim in his jacket, but the idea of draping it over her shoulders... he didn't hate it.

By the Goddess... focus, Ferdinand! His inner monologue chided himself for his wandering thoughts. He hadn't been troubled by such pesky mental images before he'd arrived on this island, at least not to this degree.

"Our mysterious hosts like to put us in these kinds of situations," he lamented softly as he walked with her, his voice soft and calm. "They want all of us to be intimate with one another, and I suppose having clothing spontaneously disappear is their idea of helping."