The Tam o' Shanter cap she was wearing early in the day had disappeared at some unknown stage of the adventure.

Her attitude bespoke a mood of overwhelming dejection.

Like the remainder of her companions in misfortune, she was drenched to the skin.

That physical drawback, however, was only a minor evil in this almost unpleasantly hot retreat; but Hozier, able now to focus matters in fairly accurate proportion, felt that Iris had not yet plumbed the depths of suffering.
Their trials were far from ended when their feet rested on the solid rock.

There was every indication that their rescuers were refugees like themselves.