"Rain." Rokuro can't be feeling too badly, considering he has enough energy to be a smart-ass, but he is flagging. Slowly. Dropping farther and farther behind one step at a time. He will continue to trudge through the rain and the dark until they reach what Tech considers to be a safe distance, and then he will sink to his knees.

Tired. Very tired. The rain and moonlight have gone a long way to replenish his resources, and so he will manage the tasks ahead well enough. It's the here and now that is a challenge. Rokuro wraps his bare arms around himself, shivering, achey, and exhausted all at once. Without his master to both temper and guide him, he is still learning his limits. A difficult task for a man committed to giving his all.

The brave of water is no stranger to getting wet, but that doesn't make the downpour any less cold. At least the Sylphid will be just as miserable, and unlikely to focus on anything past the road ahead of them. Tech and Rokuro should be free to report their findings, once they are able to make their way back to those in command.