After a few moments as she recovered from the rain, happy to be inside,, she took her bandanna off and tossed it at the foot of the coat hanger by the door. Will sat up and ran his hand through his hair, wringing out some of the rainwater that weighed it down. "Thank you," he said with a slight tremor to his voice. "I'm so glad someone heard me. I managed to get completely lost on my second day as an islander, it seems."

Chelsea would never say this, but she was also glad she'd heard him over the rain. She couldn't imagine if she were in his position, being lost like that on a strange island, and he probably hadn't had the luxury of hearing from Taro what the weather was expected to do, like she did. Even if she had ignored his warnings, she at least had some warning, some idea that it was going to rain.

Instead of saying that she was glad he was safe, what came out was, "What were you doing out in the rain?"

He blinked, surprised by her words, then smiled almost sadly. "I was being foolish. I thought maybe the rain would wait just until I could explore a little of the islands before going home."

"Weather doesn't wait on us."

"I see that, now." A few beats of silence passed, and Will looked out the window at the continuous downpour. "When I saw the bridge to your ranch, I mistook it for the bridge to Sprout. My yacht would be a terrible place to be during such a storm, but I thought I could at the very least make it to Uncle Regis'. I don't have the slightest idea how I managed to get so lost...I'm sorry to have caused you such inconvenience."

"It's not an inconvenience; You didn't summon the rain."

"Even so, it was my lack of direction that led me here." He insisted. "I can't think of how I can repay you for your kindness, but I am indebted to you."

She fought the urge the cringe. Typically, when she'd heard that phrase in the past, it wasn't meant sincerely. And yet, just as before, his eyes betrayed nothing that suggested his words were anything but truthful.

Then again, he wouldn't be the first liar to expertly hide his true emotions; that was a common enough habit among many people she was used to dealing with. "It was just the kind thing to do." She said quietly "You don't owe me anything."

He smiled warily, observing how stiffly she sat and spoke, but said nothing about it as he stood, his gaze turning to the window again. "Do you think it will calm soon?"

She looked up at him. His voice seemed more calm now than it had been earlier, but the way he crossed his arms across his chest, and how his eyes scanned the raging storm outside was strange. He's not nervous about the storm, is he? Her question was answered almost immediately when, as a flash of lightning lit up the room, he flinched and stepped back, even though he was already well away from the window.

Standing beside him, she finally answered his question. "It's still early, I think it should be gone in a few hours."

"Ah, I see." He said nothing else, but she noticed how he shivered a bit.

Oh, right! "I'll get us some towels to help us dry off. You can put your jacket by the door if you like."

He uttered a small 'thank you' and she returned a few moments later with a couple towels for them. "I don't have a fireplace, so it might be cold."

"That's perfectly alright; simply drying off will be more than helpful."

The rain pounded outside, and the ground shook ever so slightly with each rumble of thunder, but at least now they were considerably dryer. Chelsea grimaced, hoping that her table was clean enough- -she hadn't wiped it down this morning, but, then again, she hadn't eaten all day, either. As soon as she realized this, she felt more than heard her stomach growl, and prayed he didn't hear anything.

Will draped the towel over his shoulders and sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm not a fan of storms, personally."

She smiled a little at that, "I would never have guessed."

"Pathetic, is it not? I come to these islands to begin my travels and broaden my horizons, to grow like my father suggested I do...and I let myself be so rattled by a bit of rain." He rested his head on one hand, staring a hole into the table. "I lacked the common sense to know it would come down so harshly."

"Aren't you being a little hard on yourself? I don't think it's pathetic." When he looked up at her, she continued, "Taro is the best farmer I know, and even he said we'd only get some rain today. I don't think he saw how bad it was going to be."

He finally smiled, "Maybe I'll learn one day. My uncle mentioned you haven't been here long yourself, but you seem to be getting along so well here; have you always been a farmer?"

Her own smile went away quickly, but she thought about his question. She knew what he meant- - 'Have you always lived on a farm?' - - But what he said could have a slightly different meaning, and so she answered it accordingly, narrowly avoiding the truth.

"All my life." She said plainly. "I've always been a farmer. I got the opportunity to come here and start my own ranch and I came as soon as I could."

"I admire that, truly. I'm not completely helpless, but, the amount of things in life I feel prepared for are few."

"You're attempting to learn; I think that's admirable." She was surprised at her words, both at how quickly they came and how much she truly meant them. "I, I just mean that to say, you know, most people wouldn't go out of their comfort zone like this, like you are, and so since you're able to do that it's...it says something about your character."

"You flatter me," He looked away, though he couldn't hide the pink tinge to his cheeks. "But I thank you. I'll be helping my uncle with his mine while I'm here, so perhaps that will give me some experience. I don't know if mining will be my calling, but...I'd like to find something I can be truly passionate about one day."

"I'm sure you will."

A moment of silence passed. The rain had lightened by this time, but, strangely, Chelsea was no longer eager to have him leave as quickly as possible.

"I might know of a way I can repay you for your kindness!" He said, perking up a bit.

She shook her head quickly, "No, I told you- -"

"I mentioned I'm not helpless, Miss Chelsea; in fact, I'm quite skilled when it comes to making tea. If you have any, I'd be glad to make us some."

Tea? "Oh..." She thought for a moment, remembering a box of her favorite she had taken from home when she left. "I have some Chamomile if that's alright?"

His face brightened. "That's my favorite!"