[Alisaie falls on her rump, and... it's not nice but it's hard not to let out a small huff of laughter. After all of this, and it's the wind that gets them.]
Apologies, [She offers Alisaie a hand,] At least it can't get much worse than this, right?
[And, despite popular literary convention, the weather doesn't immediately curve into something more terrible. It just keeps up the same terrible it's been doing all along. At least now they have some degree of cover.] We can catch our breath here for a tick.
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Apologies, [She offers Alisaie a hand,] At least it can't get much worse than this, right?
[And, despite popular literary convention, the weather doesn't immediately curve into something more terrible. It just keeps up the same terrible it's been doing all along. At least now they have some degree of cover.] We can catch our breath here for a tick.