[He sighs softly, casting a brief glance out the window. The wind isn't a grand hindrance in the scheme of things, but Sebastian likes his inconveniences relevant in some manner or another. That they further the plot, if you will. This? This is just sigh-worthy, even if said sighing likely comes across more as resignation.]
Even if they do, [go on for long, that is] once we have a better idea of who is in need of assistance it will be possible to arrange search parties despite the weather. We needn't ride out this storm before rescuing can commence.
[The "we" doing the arranging will be Snow and him, he suspects. He hopes those who are okay will take his advice and use the journals so they'll have a clearer picture of who's knocked out cold somewhere out there, but... maybe that's hoping for too much.]