His head turns to look at her when he hears his name, eyes beyond glowing, in fact the lightning seems to be spilling right out of them. The light mellows, allowing the blue of his eyes to shine through as he gives a reserved smile to the approaching gelfling.

"Kira." The sight of her completely drenched is amusing. Somehow, even though he is just as soaked head to toe, his clothes appear as impeccable as always. His simplified outfit lacks the godly grandeur of his tabard and armor, but he doesn't seem to mind. He almost looks more like a farmer or monk than he might any other day on the ship.

"How are you?" He doesn't doubt she will be well, and he's glad she's joined him out in the rain. He does love the element.