(He does not stop. In fact, he does the opposite, carrying on without any sign of reprieve. He's steady as he covers Lutha and kneels down with him, a constant source of shelter from the rain. He lets the water wash down his back like drops on the very crane he shares his name with.

He shifts position just slightly, lowering his arms close over the crown of Lutha's head, untouching but only just barely. Leaning in close, his voice soft and quiet for only him to hear.)

There, there. Cry if you must, let your heart be heard. (There's a light, songlike quality to it as he speaks,) I'm listening.

But where ever you are, you're here.

(A gentle reminder, an attempt to ground him,)

You've been given shelter. Take it.

(Maybe not safe given their current situation. But certainly safer. Tsurumaru will make sure of it.)