"I'm not flying anywhere in this weather except inside."  Ayesha informs Lucien with the same unhappy expression on her face.    Probably because she knows how long it's going to take her to dry out.   She follows the others in, coming in last then going directly to the fireside.   She moves to hog up one side, her wings all the outstretched and facing the warmth.  And with dripping water on the floor.