Moonspear onwards to the edge

"Wrong." Her correction snapped out into the air. He glanced at her, lifting a brow in question before she continued. Ahh. She happened to be paying a bit more attention to the skies. He paused and took a better look around. Glancing skyward, he noticed she was right about the storm passing through. It was easier to see the thinning clouds now that he'd broken free of the trees. If he'd paused to take a second look, it might have broken his focus long enough to redirect his energy. His tendency to hyper focus often led to overlooking things.

"Mm," he murmured, agreeing with her with no more than an amicable sound. "Morning fog might be fun." No doubt, the cool moisture of the morning would reach its dew point when mixed with a little early morning fun. "Never experienced night fog before." There was, however, something rather intriguing about that kind of thing. "Don't suppose it's possible, now is it?" he asked. She seemed to be something of a weather expert. Maybe she'd know.

Nevertheless, he was still a bit damp. She commented on her own status, mentioning that the wetness wouldn't bother her. To each their own. But, he did know that there were quite a few hours between now and morning. He also knew, that without the sun and with the bonus amount of wetness in the air, drying completely would take a hell of a long time. "Maybe not," he commented, "but someplace a little less wet sounds pretty cozy right about now. You haven't happened to see a cave or outcropping or something of the sorts around here have you?"