Wheeling Gull Isle stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me

aiolos continues, and jaime clings to the last shreds of his focus throughout. he nods as the explanation continues, visibly dismayed by the mention of rainstorms. he likes the rain, but he doesn't like being caught in violent storms. it's the last part that catches his attention, however; the part that seems to affect aiolos the most. did - did something happen? he asks before he can stop himself, full of concern.