Dragoncrest Cliffs umbrella

Eske does not get involved in the conversation and Thuringwethil does not invite her. She knows her pain is still great but she hopes it does not impact her duty more than it has already. Portia has no problem acclimating to the conversation, either, and she listens as he continues her concern about the cavern. It is close to the opening and there’s a portion that drips inside for fresh water but, since they’ve been here, it has been controlled. In a way, it has already, but not enough to force them out. If the rain doesn’t stop any time soon, perhaps they may be in a different position.

“It might,” she says. “If it fills enough, it might could flood the opening.” She turns away from the cliffs to look across the clearing where the lake sits. It has brimming on all sides, threatening to spill over and claim the foliage that has lived nearby. She then looks skyward to have rain fall upon her face, but a sigh escapes anyway. “It is fine for now but we just need to keep an eye on it. We can’t go out the back, either, but if the time comes, there is an outlet to the sound,” she says, thinking to the day Eske and Arlo had come to her about an escape route should they need it.