Fiona was no stranger to the cold or the rain, but she enjoyed neither, and soon found herself completely soaked, her red hair darkened and dripping down onto her. It wasn't too long, though, before Sana's impressive beacon of light, created from her song, guided them to their resting point for the night. A useful power, to be sure; Fiona had been worried that they might lose their scouts, with how terrible the visibility became at one point. Seeing Sana, she waved in greeting.

She smiled as Sana and Hugh reunited, seemingly with more success than they split up with that morning. Fiona had been about to compliment Sana on her new found magical talent, but decided it was best not to interrupt the moment she seemed to be having with Hugh. Trying to catch Tobias's gaze, she gestured with her head down the path they were supposed to take the wagon.

"Come on, let's get out of the rain," she suggested, leading the way for the wagon. It would be a tight fit in places, but if Tobias was an adequate driver he could avoid getting stuck on anything. At the mouth of the cave, she greeted Derrix with a wave, walking her horse until she no longer felt drops of rain hitting her head, at which point she dismounted. It was an excellent shelter, as far as she could see. A good find on the part of their scouts.

Untying her bedroll from the saddle, she picked a suitable spot and laid it out so that it could dry. It wasn't entirely soaked through, but would need some time. The blankets in her saddlebags were entirely dry, thankfully. Fiona's hands were shaking slightly from the cold as they fumbled with the straps holding her armor to her. In short order she had it off and laid out neatly next to her bed roll. Her jacket was next to be unlaced and laid aside; the shirt underneath was drenched, but she kept that on, pulling a blanket from her bags and wrapping it around herself.