James nodded in agreement, patting his daughter's head.

"Best we were off, then. I don't think many inns are open, and-" he was cut off by a loud crack of thunder, as a loud pattering sound signaled heavy rain.
"Ffffffuck." he swore. James knew he had to keep his daughter dry.
He knelt down, and wrapped Anya's cloak around her shoulders, and scooped her up in his arms.
"I'm gonna find the driest place I can, so hold on tight. Are you ready?"