The rain always brought about the worst of his aches. There was something in the dampness that forced his muscles to cramp and seize in a way he hadn't known possible before. His discomfort saw him sleep fitfully throughout the night and by the time dawn came he'd given up sleeping altogether, choosing instead to head into work and sort through the neverending mountain of paperwork on his desk.

Or so had been his plan before the first call of the morning had come through. Thankfully, it was an easily rectified burst of magic from a terrified youngster, but it had still left Dory drained and in desperate need of something — anything — to perk him up.

Which was how he wound up on the cobblestones in front of the Ivy Leaf, still sorely lacking tea and now cursing under his breath. Nothing made him despise his injury more than falling. Slowly — too slowly — he managed to sit up and look at the now soaking wet woman on the ground. Maple.

"I think I preferred the squid." Dory confessed as he set about beginning to collect the fallen items closest to him. "Are you alright?"

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