"I can keep going." There's an almost petulant edge to his voice, mentally fighting Tech as he simultaneously submits to his touch. Going down to the ground easily. There is a reason Rokuro has avoided making himself comfortable, and it's because he's afraid he won't get back up again with so little effort.

He tucks his legs beneath himself, resting his back against the tree. Arms folded protectively over his narrow chest. The rain presents them with an extreme tactical advantage. There is no chance the Sylphid will find them, and very little chance they'll notice one of their number missing before it's far too late.

On a more personal level? It's cold, slippery, and even more difficult to navigate the jungle themselves.

"Once I catch my breath, I can stop it." And expel even more energy, but it seems logical at the time, given how wet and uncomfortable Tech looks.