Winds which might throw her around had a slightly harder task trying to do the same to Gadriel, so he moved with less haste than she did, moving towards her to be, if necessary, a human windbreak, making sure she got into the tent before he did, because, again, size. Her safety and Elion's were the priorities here.

"I guess we just wait it out?" Unless there's a way to stab a storm. Elion hadn't gotten terrifically wet, but he was a little upset by the way the wind buffeted the tent and was trying to find something to hide under.