Zelgadis had been just about to tell Rezo that if he was coming inside, he should do so. He sighed. "Dry off. I have no interest in carrying you back to the base camp because you got sick from looking like a drowned rat."

It was really tempting to spend the time until the storm passed just ignoring Rezo, but that was actually hard to do. Not the least because he hadn't brought anything else on the mission to occupy his time. He really needed a hobby.