Emberwood again I will say: Rejoice!

The sound of footsteps catches his ear, and Colin turns around to see a young man. For a few moments, his face remained unchanged: furrowed brows, lips pulled in a frown, but he manages a benign smile before saying, "I'm used to the rain." 

It was true. The weather back at home were overwhelmingly made up of days that rained, and days that didn't were so rare they might as well have not been there at all. He'd never really seen a clear blue sky. 

"What brings you here?" He asks. He's still trying to extricate his mind from the rat race of apologies that runs in the back of his head, but for now, Colin's demeanor is seamless, if not a little preoccupied. He brushes dust off his cloak.