Cara shot Gregory a look - “Oh, now surely a little rain won’t stop you from training, now will it?  A tough fellow like yourself?  You’re already drenched, aren’t you?” She smiled then, to soften the edge of her teasing.  Being stuck out in the rain was never any fun, not as far as she was concerned.  And while she wasn’t entirely clear on what kind of training he had to do, it probably wasn’t the sort of thing you wanted to do in a downpour.  Regardless, she couldn’t help but poke fun at his earlier impulsive decision, and current damp situation.<br/><br/>As they approached the village, she noticed he tried to make himself look a little less disheveled and appreciated the effort.  Not that she minded the way he had looked, shirtless and wet - not at all. All the same, better no one they passed got the wrong idea about their innocent afternoon.  Curiosity got the best of her then, and she reached up to tug gently at the braid he wore, just like she had wanted to the day before.<br/><br/>“I like it,” She began with wink. “What do you wear it for?  You don’t see many fellows walking around with a braid in their hair.”<br/><br/>The clouds were still gathering, but not as quickly as before.  Deciding there’d be no harm in lingering a little longer, Cara deliberately slowed her pace. With his phone drenched, this may be the last chance they had to talk for a while, and she wanted it to last.