[She's used to blizzards, not rainstorms, but there's honestly not much difference between the two when they're raging at full force, splitting the heavens with raw elemental fury, beyond whether you end up frozen or simply waterlogged. She's also more used to physical cues than words or tone, needing that physical edge to things. So when Lys finds herself unable to sleep through the tempest and starts wandering the halls, the nervous gesture draws her attention as much as anything else.
It'd be a lie to say his form doesn't give her pause — anything that had fur, a tail, and walked on two legs was usually trying to rip her head off, fangs bared and claws out — but in light of his ability to speak, manner of dress, and all the rest, well. Lys figures she can put that much aside.]
It's pretty bad, yeah. [Easing up beside him, footsteps scuffing audibly between thunderclaps so as not to seem sneaky.] Did you need to go somewhere?
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It'd be a lie to say his form doesn't give her pause — anything that had fur, a tail, and walked on two legs was usually trying to rip her head off, fangs bared and claws out — but in light of his ability to speak, manner of dress, and all the rest, well. Lys figures she can put that much aside.]
It's pretty bad, yeah. [Easing up beside him, footsteps scuffing audibly between thunderclaps so as not to seem sneaky.] Did you need to go somewhere?