A violent storm had fallen onto the horizon. For Kinich, it wasn't that big of a deal. He had expected it anyways thanks go his incredible natural instincts. A storm just meant that he needed to sit down and stay still for a little bit, aside from getting a little wet here and there. There was nothing for him to be complaining about, so he didn't.

On the other hand, you were greatly affected by storms. Kinich didn't know why, nor did he ask, but he was silently concerned about how you were acting right now. Huddled in the corner of the run-down, abandoned shack, with your hands wraped around your legs, rocking back and forth. He simply watched you for a few moments, unsure and unwilling to do something about it. Part of him wanted to leave you there and let you terror it through.

But, he didn't. No, he didn't know why his body was moving towards you, nor did he know why he felt the random urge to console you. Maybe it was because you looked utterly pathetic like that, and it got on his nerves. Yeah, that's got to be the reason.

"Hey, sit up. You're making it worse than it seems."