Maximus chuckled, all noise from outside their shelter drowned out by the pouring rain, pounding down on every surface with enough intensity to make the forest hum with vibration.

"The things I'd do for a leg to make wet," He replied cheekily back.

He'd grabbed some wood when the rain had started - stuffed it into his waterproof back. It was wet, but it wasn't drenched like everything else, so he was currently trying to light a small fire with it. There wasn't enough to last the night of course - or even more than an hour - but it would be enough to warm them up and perhaps dry Wyatt's socks.