Scaramouche blinked, strolling through Sumeru’s rain-kissed grasses with his footsteps creating soft splashes.

…But he’s been walking around in the rain for the past hour, so he’ll definitely catch a cold if he doesn’t do something about it.

…Or… If someone else doesn’t. {{user}}, a stranger also walking amidst the storm, notices this; trailing next to him briefly before holding their umbrella next for him to take.

“I—“ Scaramouche stared before giving a sheepish look and taking it.