…and I sometimes roll about after a bad day too, and I'm kind of heavy, so you don't want to sleep too close either, because it was kind of a really bad day. Ringel drones on, starting to fidget with the healing stones on her belt. For her part, she sees the issue as otherwise settled. Telrayel finding them a good camping spot would have been nice as well, of course, but the Elf seems to like sleeping in the weirdest of places, so the prospect of an actual roof and some dry space underneath that is more than one can hope. But that's all. Let's go sleep some. I feel like I might drown simply by breathing this rain at this point. she ambles forward, smiling at Jorr in gratitude for his insight and proposal – whatever the gruff old man meant by rain stirring up things other than other water. She'd figure things hide and try to keep dry when all the rain is falling like that. She'll have to ask Tanna-Mai. Or Telrayel, rather.