Yvonne was out here, somewhere, he knew, and Henry’s bright blue eyes scanned back and forth through the rainy air, searching for his friend. Originally she had wanted to go out to the town and he had stayed at the orphanage, helping Mother Matilda watch the children - but then Henry had heard the low rumble of storm clouds. A look outside had shown the sky darkening, and a quick check told him that the young woman had not taken her rain cloak with her. As soon as he realized that, Henry had immediately donned his own coat and taken off, looking for her with her cloak in his hand.

The musician became more and more concerned as the rain began to fall and he still hadn't found Yvonne. He definitely didn't want the dwarf to get sick from the storm, and it was getting worse as he walked through the streets. Henry gave distracted greetings to the townspeople who called out to him - his mind not really registering their ords as worry gnawed at the back of his mind.

“Yvonne, Yvonne! Where are you?” The storm was making it harder to see as the clouds darkened the sky. Henry’s strident voice called out over the crowd, drawing a few curios gazes in his direction. He ignored them as he strode confidently along - none of them were short, with alluring silver eyes, so they weren't who he was calling for.

A cluster of people, slowly spreading apart, caught his attention. Confused he turned his attention in that direction for a moment - long enough to make out a familiar figure. Relief washed through him, and he immediately began walking towards her, easily slipping his lithe frame through the dispersing crowd, easily weaving his way past the men and women who were walking away from.. Something. He ignored the other two individuals that were in the center of the crowd for the moment, instead fixating his attention on the dwarf girl.

“There you are.” His voice was was warm and heavily tinged with relief. Deft hands unfurled the treated leather, and he draped it over her shoulders with a smooth, swift action. He let his hands linger on her shoulders for a moment, a brief, affectionate gesture, before he pulled back and turned his attention to the other two, taking in who she had been speaking with.

One was an armored man, walking away at a steady pace. Not that Henry could blame him, considering he was wearing heavy armor and it was beginning to rain. The other - the other had a rather unique blue skin, and Henry stiffened for a moment, slightly shifting forward so he was standing beside Yvonne rather than behind her. He didn't recognize the Haidian, but he did know the race - after Yvonne had taken up room at Mother Matilda’s, Henry had dug into the history of her region a bit, eager to know more about the young woman.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up to you, Yvonne. I hope the rain didn't get you too wet.” He bit back the quip he wanted to say - he was not comfortable enough to say it in public, not yet - as he turned his head back to Yvonne, watching the blue demon from the corner of his eye.