"We have little else we can do." Melinoë sighed and settled in, making sure the tent was clasped shut as the wind whipped and rain pattered down on them. The angle should have assured it did not pool and collapse the top onto them, at least, and she was glad she had the forethought when building it.

She pulled one of the blankets up and over, settling it across her lap and Gadriel's when she scooted up against his side. Then, she grabbed Elion and plunked him in her lap, gently petting the Tressym's head. "Fear not, Elion. You are safe from the storm here. Oh! And I have treats for you..."