Anna walked beside me, Gurada glowing in her hand. It was raining, and she didn't want to get wet.
I let the rain fall on me.
"You're going to catch a cold, master." She told me, as the rain fell more heavily.
"I wonder if that's true?" I said loudly, over the sound of the rain striking the cobblestone beneath us. "There's only one way to find out!"
Anna shook her head. She knew me well enough to take this in stride.
"Why are we going to the temple?" She asked.
"I have no idea what's causing your dreams, which means it most likely isn't magical. Let's see if the Abbott knows what's going on!"
"Why not ask the Weaver directly?" she asked loudly, the rain intensified, and the wind had picked up considerably.
"She's busy! Besides! The Abbott wants to see you! He doesn't have long left!"
Anna tired of straining to hear me, and enfolded me into her shield.
"There, that's better." She said. "What were you saying?"
