Droplets of rain cascade down the outside walls, hanging onto the bricks and gradually sinking to the ground. You lean against a pillar with a dejected sigh. Closing your eyes, you listen to the faint sounds of susurrus beads of water quickly become much more violent—

—patter, patter, patter.

This downpour is... frustrating. Especially after you had endured a particularly exhausting phight. And you forgot to bring your umbrella.

The first thought that comes to your mind is to wait until it stops raining. But it only seems to be getting worse as time passes, and it is not as if you can stay standing here forever. You have a home to return to—even if you will return with drenched clothes and a possible cold due to your heedlessness. You open your eyes, take a step forward, and wait for the inevitable sensation of wet rain on your skin.

Pitter. Patter. Pat.

The sensation does not arrive. Hearing the sounds of water above your head, you look up to find an umbrella shielding you from the rain. Your eyes shoot to the right, gaze landing on the familiar outstretched arm of your friend. Medkit.

"Let me walk you home," he offers.