[He's actually just registering the gorge, having stood quietly by the bottom of the cliff, looking at the way the wind carries along the high rocks ( if were they actually rocks ...), listening to the leaves rustle around him.
He smells the shift in the air before the downpour. It's not nitrogen, but it's close, enough to send him an urge to find shelter quickly.
So when he hears Noctis' voice calling he slips into the tent, hair already dripping, wiping at the lenses of his red shades.] Not expecting this kind of rain, what the hell.
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He smells the shift in the air before the downpour. It's not nitrogen, but it's close, enough to send him an urge to find shelter quickly.
So when he hears Noctis' voice calling he slips into the tent, hair already dripping, wiping at the lenses of his red shades.] Not expecting this kind of rain, what the hell.