[ Mandorallen ushers her over to the entrance of the building, and he wishes he had some sort of cloak he could use to shield her from the rain. Still, they're almost inside. ]

Nay, my lady. I am merely glad to help thee. I assure thee, thou art causing me no inconvenience.

[ He smiles at her, quite genuinely, even though his hair is starting to mat to his forehead. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the weather. ]

Please -- I urge thee to come inside. Thou art free to stay until this raging storm hath passed.