It was still raining when Rogue returned to the mansion.
She licked the water from her lips as she turned to close the door as quietly as she could. She watched through the window as the rain raged on outside on the mansion grounds.
"Whatch y' doin', petite?" Rogue spun back around to the voice that had called her out.
"What're you doing, Remy?" She was a little confused at why he seemed to have been waiting for her. He almost looked like typical Remy, leaning against the wall. All he needed was the folded arms and the grin. He wasn't grinning now, and too many shadows draped his face for her to see his true expression.
"Remy jus' ask y' dat," he responded. Her countenance contorted with more confusion. She wiped her face with both hands, removing the water threatening to drip into her eyes.
"What?" She dropped her arms beside her. He'd stood from the wall, and his face had become more visible. His arms were now folded over his chest. She stared at him, waiting for his response. She was completely aware that the conversation was going nowhere. Remy stared back.
"Y' look like y' need somet'in' warm," he observed. "Remy get y' some tea."
He dropped his arms, turned around and walked away, clearly expecting her to follow. Rogue waited until she could no longer see him and then smiled. She was relieved he hadn't asked any more questions. Conversation successfully avoided. She didn't really want to tell him how she'd gone traipsing in the woods. It hadn't made much sense really. She'd been bored and gotten the idea that maybe it was something Logan would do to release energy. Then realized how stupid it was to be running around in the woods at night, screaming and hitting things. It had been kind of beautiful though, looking up through the treetops as the rain filtered through. That was what she had ended up doing after bruising her knuckles on a pine.
She wondered why he'd been up. If he'd known she'd left and had been waiting for her. A shiver brought her out of her thoughts, and she shook herself in an attempt to fling off some of the water. Then she stopped herself, realizing she was done with the whole feral act.
Rogue wandered to the kitchen. Remy was there, standing at the island counter and stirring a spoon in a cup. Her tea, she presumed. It was a weird sight to see, Remy stirring tea. She proceeded to take a seat on the other side. He continued to stir the spoon, not looking up at her. She watched his hands. He slid the cup towards her and looked up at her. She looked him in the eye. He didn't say anything.
"Thanks," she said, taking the cup and averting her eyes to look down into it. Her nose itched and she was cold. Bad signs for a person who'd just rolled around outside in the rain. Another reason not to do it again. She lowered her face readily towards the raising warmth. Hopefully, she wouldn't catch a cold.
"Y' should hurry an' take dem clothes off b'fore y' get sick," he suggested. She stared at him again. He'd gone a long time without grinning. It was a little disconcerting.
He must have seen the apprehension on her face because he smirked a little then. Rogue shivered, her wet clothes sucking the heat from her body, and grinned back, taking a sip from her cup. She was soaking wet and very pleased.