[Sure enough, the thunder rumbles past. Celehar doesn't wince, but he does grimace at the crackling rumble as it hits them like a wave. In ducking his head against another sheet of rain passing over them, he catches sight of Sunny's miming, and manages instead a brief smile, shaking his head.]
It is not too loud - merely uncomfortable.
[And, given the rain already pouring down... comfort isn't exactly something they're going to get, until the Crossing is over. Or until they reach the midpoint, though Celehar doesn't know that yet.]
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It is not too loud - merely uncomfortable.
[And, given the rain already pouring down... comfort isn't exactly something they're going to get, until the Crossing is over. Or until they reach the midpoint, though Celehar doesn't know that yet.]