It was hard to tell time anymore. Everything was on a sliding scale of gray from morning to night, with the worst days having nothing change. Safe to say that his sleep cycle was ruined, and he was particularly grumpy about it as he finally pulled himself out of his den, only to be quickly drenched by the light but fast-moving rain. He huffed, then snorted droplets from his nose, finally pulling himself out of his den entirely to start the new day.

If it was a new day, he couldn't tell.

He couldn't help but grin at Lenny, despite his mental and physical grubbiness. Her efforts to learn his language warmed his heart and she was getting better each time. Eh, ni sawa he replied. He stretched out his body, feeling cramped and tight. La. Sikulala vizuri. So much rain, eh?

He grunted in assertion. Some rain was good. Too much? Bad. He was glad that he was not the only one suffering through the torrent of rain.

He smiled — really he was unable not to. The flourish was ridiculous, and once again she used an accent that made him chortle despite himself. Of course, siti. he said with a similar mock formality. He bowed his head to her, then began to walk with her, side by side through the rain.