[ Her first thought is that perhaps he does not want to initiate any more between them while they are both so affected, and that she can understand, having been so intensely in the grip of something beyond her control — and while she does not know if the effects of the rain will get any worse, right now he is still retaining enough of his self-control to act against his baser nature. ]

Of course. [ She shakes her head quietly, almost imperceptibly, the worry there overriding any of her other feelings, anywhere her attention might be torn in focus by his touch or the way his voice has softened while they are standing so close to one another. Still, she recognizes that she cannot simply send him out into the rain with the inadequate cover of that umbrella or nothing at all, for that would be something she wouldn't be able to forgive herself for as well. ]

I'm afraid if I don't... take steps to rectify the situation personally, the effects may worsen. [ She will not dismiss him now, but if they cannot proceed together, she will have to see to herself by other methods, and with a strength of will that surprises even her she pulls herself free from his hold, walking backward by a few paces until she meets the foyer wall; one of her hands secures purchase in what remains of her skirt, clenching a fisted grip in the ruined material. ] I suggest you do the same.

[ Her gaze finds his, the implication heavy; he may not be able to touch her, or she him, but there are ways around that. ]