Hythlodaeus sighs, feeling badly for letting her down. He's still trying to recall, but... no, they certainly haven't met as far as he can remember.

"Perhaps. But I have no way of creating clothing for us, unfortunately. I am simply too drained."

He can't even shift to soul sight... though being tired has never taken that ability from him before. He feels odd without it- it's as if somebody took the ability to hear or smell from him. He's always been able to peer into the souls of his fellows, so why not now?

"We may simply have to put our dignity to the side and make our way out of here like this. If we are lucky, there may be others who can help us."