"No, me neither. Real shame. Maybe the weather will clear up soon, who knows."

The storm rages around them, and they seem to be... mostly safe, within the confines of the ship. Whatever was going on in here was definitely better than being out there, Childe supposes.

He listens to her, weaving various droplets of hydro between his fingers as she spoke. The redhead didn't look directly at her, or at his hand, just listening, playing with the water idly. A word, a concept, catches his attention, and he lets her finish--- she'd been enthralled? Trapped in a dream?

He's not sure what that means, but he's not afraid to ask.

"Enthralled?"