[Now that they have been afforded some form of calm, Hythlodaeus takes the time to pull the massive black hood of his robe up over his head, covering him from the rain. It obstructs his peripheral view of Faramir, however, so he turns to make sure everything is still all right.]

A bit garish, I'll admit, but we are hardly in a position to criticize.

[He laughs, wading back through the crowd to stand closer to Faramir. Any more distance between them and they might be swept apart by the current.]

How do you fare? I trust our heroic escape left you without any injuries of note?

[Faramir seems to be preoccupied with looking around. Is he dazed? Did he knock his head? Perhaps he just needs rest.]