[Syrlya looks up at the clouds developing over the course. He shields his eyes briefly as the rain comes down before looking back at Strange with mild intrigue. He doesn't have any immediate assumptions about why Strange wants to make it rain. Except maybe just to make it muddy.
He'd rather not get his clothes wet, but he's not terribly bothered by the rain itself.]
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He'd rather not get his clothes wet, but he's not terribly bothered by the rain itself.]