[Jan tenses too, at the noise of the rain and the catch in Rosa's throat -- but no. the natives said this is safe, isn't it? this is safer. she drags Rosa determinedly on, clenching her teeth and ducking her head when the raindrops and sudden wind threaten to drive her bangs and water into her eyes. she dares those Sound Eaters to come do something to them right now. she'd-- she doesn't know what she'd do. surely, something, even if the gesture came to nothing in the end.

the rain falls heavy enough that it begins to be harder to see the path. Jan pauses for a moment, just a moment, and dashes her hair out of her face in a helpless angry gesture.]