Prompt: Rain
Even with the deluge, there were still things that needed to be done outside of the cavern, and today Macbeth had drawn the short straw, so out into the miserable rain he went.
It was after about ten minutes that he noticed that he was no longer alone in the downpour, a hazy vision in fire red and mud splashed legs beside him and gathering more wood to dry out with hands that shook.
But when he turned an inquisitive stare towards Erza, she just shook her head, and bit her lip hard without allowing her red-rimmed eyes to make contact with his.
Macbeth turned away, glad to not have to make small talk with the woman.
In return, he pretended the water flowing down her cheeks was from the rain.