It was raining outside...that could only mean,

Neuvillette's eyes widen when you barge into his office, looking at you, soaking wet from the rain outside, the wet drops stain the wooden floor.

As you were his child, of course he kneeled down to you, quickly grabbing a towel to help you dry out.

"Little one? What's wrong?" He asked you, but you felt like you were supposed to ask that question.

It only rained if he was crying.