"Zander, come in; it's pouring hard," Elodie called to him.
So he went back inside. She had already taken a seat on a wooden bench.
"Why did you come here? Didn't you think there might be wild animals here? You scared the hell out of me, and the strength of the rain. You're ruining yourself," he said.
"I'm sorry, I was just looking for a signal," Elodie said.
She exhaled a sigh.
"They know you're here, and I'm sure everything you left there is fine, but you need to be in danger?yourself," he told her.
Elodie simply nodded.
"We'll be back there before nightfall," Zander predicted.
She rose to her feet. And she was the one who came out first, so he had to follow. As well as the weeds' slickness. They both bowed beneath the same awning. Elodie closer to his body to keep her from getting wetter. He was carrying a small umbrella.
"Next time, stay where you are; it's not where you're going," Zander advised.