"Yes, quite clearly that must be the case." From the look of things there really is no hope that they will be spared a downpour until the evening. Normally that would have simply been an annoyance, but with Aleanna's health being momentarily fragile, Regis finds these gray and heavy skies to only add to the existing concerns.

He doesn't go on about it, though. She already knows his worries about her and there is no need to speak on about it.

"Then I suppose we should try to make some headway before the skies open up on us." He tucks into his breakfast, not wolfing it down by any means but rather eating like someone taught good manners during his upbringing. This isn't the fact of things but there is a reason he wouldn't tear into a piece of roasted meat with his teeth; allowing his fangs to be seen would quickly reveal him to be something other than what he makes himself out to be.

Manners or not he still makes quick work of his breakfast, after which he excuses himself to go take down his tent and get his pack in order. Getting himself sorted out for departure quickly leaves him with time to assist Aleanna in her tasks. She might not think she really needs the help but he still plans on insisting.