Mm, not so much, that was more down in the lower reached of Yunmeng. We had rain, sure, but we have snow every winter, and it stretches for months—we're in the mountains, we're usually crowned with clouds until the sun sees fit to herd them away. Our robes are usually warded some against the elements, and I'm wet, not cold, but this?

( He plucks at the nightgown, which still clings to his skin and pulls away as a narrow line of wet fabric that flops over as soon as he lets go. )

Not warded against anything. Still easier to get in and out of for platform, but ugh. I'll write to the train too, it knows I will.