Tree didn't have an umbrella. He didn't have much luck at running between raindrops, either, judging by the state of him. He had his jacket pulled up over his head, for all the good it did him, and he shrugged it down as the door swung shut behind him.
Still wet. No, still soaked. At least there were no crazy winds inside. "I don't know," he said as he came up behind Anwyn. "She might float away if it's anything like today."