"I have no intention to." Raiden glances to her hands which bleed, remembering Theiorn's concerns for her back on Pacifica. He can attend to them before they leave for the ship later, but for now will let her do what she wishes with little questioning.

"I only wished to notify you that I will be calling in a rainstorm later this afternoon. If you wished to remain dry, I can see you back to the ship before hand. Otherwise, you are welcome to stay and enjoy the shower." He looks to the ground before him, a withering plant nearby. It looks just barely clinging to life and he sighs, reaching out and setting a dirty hand into the earth, feeling the dryness and frowning. He would call the rain sooner, but there was much work to be done to prepare the ground so it could gain the most benefit from the gentle storm.