[ Naminé took a moment to recover from her startling, though she still raised her head (dripping hair and all) to look over at Terezi as she leaned against her. The blonde shifted her weight, trying to provide as comfortable a support as possible as she went about closing up her umbrella. ]

I... suppose. Every storm we've had before has passed eventually. [ Although that was less her concern than the treehouse - but it wasn't as though there was much either of them could do about it. ] As long as there are still safe places to hide from it, it's only a matter of time.

[ Umbrella finally shut, she glanced downward and observed, in the same vein as Terezi's suggestion, ]

We're making an awful mess...! I'll help you clean it up, once we're dry.