The rain makes Alanna nervous. Not only does she hate to be wet, but it makes things slippery, distances difficult to judge. Her breathing sounds loud in her own ears, but she knows it's as steady as her sword arm.

Following Miho, she turns her face into the breeze, scenting the air like a hound. On any other occasion, she would find the garden delightful.

A noise sounds nearby, and in the blink of an eye, Alanna has a dagger ready and waiting, eyes trained in that direction as they continue.