It was very much a part of the problem, but not something they should be contemplating in the rain.

He wouldn't be able to give them light by doing so, but he snuffed out his own flame to grab hold of her hand anyway. The tug on her arm is gentle in comparison to his rough around the edges exterior, his touch soft where his words and mannerisms are usually clipped, sharp, and stiff. His grip is slack enough with the water rolling down his arm that she could very easily slip her hand from his grasp if she wanted to, but he'll be leading her in the direction of a shallow cave made of boulders that have fallen in towards one another. It'll get them out of the rain without forcing them to return to camp.

"You could make it better if we did, though, right?"