The sky rumbles dangerously and she catches his arm so quickly that she isn't even sure that she's done it until she's there - and her face is abruptly red, glow muted to nearly nothing, as if she can make herself disappear if she really tries.

"Storms," she mumbles, voice barely making a noise. She doesn't like doing this. "Thunder, really. Ever since I was little. It's louder up here - they'd always wake me up and my sisters thought it was funny and yes. Storms."