Dor cried, though he was shivering in the wet and ragged robe.

Her wet robe felt like a clinging layer of clammy skin.

He bowed his head, shivering violently in his wet robes.

She rose, wet robes clinging to her ankles, as Fenris reached her side.

The old man's wet robes clung to his pitifully thin body.

Reluctantly Rachid stripped off his wet robe, and stood in hisloincloth.

Sorrel grabbed wet robe in her jaws and started to tug again.

Her wet robe was plastered thick with sand.

The old man jerked his wet robe out of Talon's grasp.

He wiggled his jaw, stripped off the wet robe.