Emberwood apocalypse always chooses the worst time to come.

She shoots him a look and it draws a humorless smirk from the shadowed stranger.  But he seems to have drawn her from her cloistered shell, and for that and that alone he feels like he has won (although that doesn't mean he thinks she has lost.  It is complicated).  

I do not, he admits as he makes an attempt to sniff the air.  The rain makes it difficult.  Do you?