Oh… Oh dear… what a mess. His expression was slightly awkward as he surveyed the damage his hat had done to the poor woman’s outfit. “You’ve got a little…” He gestured to her hair for a moment, then realized that brushing it out wasn’t really going to happen when Aerith was already coated quite heavily in sand. “My apologies, it would seem it’s less a little and more a lot everywhere…?” He winced lightly as he pulled his bangs out of his eyes as they became plastered to his forehead in the rain. All in all, he was pretty sure he’d somehow come out of this in fairly better shape than she had.

“I am grateful that you got it, as I had borrowed it from someone and would hate to say I lost it. Though I’m rather sorry for the inconvenience it caused.” He offered, feeling rather bad for having caused an accident with his carelessness. He should have thought to keep a better hold of his hat the minute the winds picked up!

At her comment, he offered a frustrated nod. “Indeed! It seems it happens as frequently here as it had been in my world. It is truly vexing to be caught unprepared in a downpour.” It would seem it was somehow even worse on a beach, as wet sand was truly a menace to deal with outside situations in which you were making a sculpture or castle.