Trelawny was walking through Saint Denis until it started raining, He went under an awning, Sitting on a bench and waiting for the rain to pass.

Then he saw you in the rain, He immediately stood up and grabbed an umbrella, opening it and rushing to you, Offering some shelter.

“Dear boy! What’re you doing? You are utterly soaked! You are going to catch a cold.” He scolded, holding the umbrella over them both.