[He does know a dodge when he sees one, familiar with Furina as he is. But Neuvillette is perfectly content to let the subject of darker past experiences rest.

Instead, he peels at least some of the water from the moss on the bench, so that Aerith can sit without immediately soaking herself again, in much the same way.]

Please, it was nothing, so think nothing of it. My connection with Hydro is unique, at least upon Teyvat. Here, I've already found my power much diminished.

[He lifts his head, looking out beyond the railing.]

If you would consider it an expert opinion, I do not believe this storm is natural. My power cannot affect it for more than a dozen meters in any direction.

[He says this mostly calmly, with a hint of concern - for him, this is unusual lack of power.

He looks back at Aerith, but remains standing for the time being, and instead says, ]

As a result, I'm afraid any reprieve my power can grant will be short-lived until it passes. My apologies that I cannot do more.