A hesitant knock on the stairs before a familiar hulking figure slips into the room where Summoner is, quiet as a ghost and appearing practically like one. Unlike all the other times he's appeared, he's not soaking wet; the last few days have brightened up, to his relief. The idea of Summoner staying here while the weather was... less than favorable..

He didn't like it, to put it plainly.

Knowing how his matesprit can be about weakness showing- even in this sort of relationship- Darkleer keeps his distance. "How bad is it?"