Tonight was awful, rain pattering against the ground of camp and thunder striking against the rough air above. You, being terrified of thunder, stayed in your tent alone. Trembling.

Dutch had come out to check on everyone, holding a lantern as all the lights had gone out in camp due to the rain. He quickly notices that you hadn't been responding, and walks over to your tent, opening the flap to see you curled up like a scared kitten.

"{{user}}, I'm taking you to my tent, lets go."