Noticing the girl asleep, and now the flit staring at her, Rhilira grew frustrated and pulled her light jacket off, tossing it over the edge of a pen so it could drip dry. The storm was still going strong, and she was not about to go back out in to it. She quickly removed Epaulet's saddle as well as her boots, and tied his reigns to a pole so he couldn't get too far if he panicked again. Rhilira didn't want to be stuck here, and wasn't sure why she came in the first place. It was a waste of her time and effort, and would end up with her in trouble in the end.

Jaw clenched, she settled down near the door, back against the wall and knees pulled up to her chin, her arms looped around her legs holding them there. She had to wait until she could see through the rain before she went back out - waiting for it to completely stop wasn't worth it, since she was already drenched. More rain wouldn't do anything to soak her more.