might as well be inside
Typically, Arrick's day to day ongoings was looking after his charges. Today however he was being put more into a supervisory role. He was tasked with checking in with new whitelighters and see how they were fairing with their own charges. Add a few witchlighters onto the list and he knew he had a full day ready for him. A full day he had made sure to make quick work of so he could be done by early afternoon, saving one witchlighter in particular for last.
Henry Mitchell was one of few people outside his charges whose company he rather enjoyed. Not that he wasn't socialable he just rather liked to stay in small circles. So he wrapped up with a new whitelighter, and with his luck he got caught in the rain. So he was rather grateful when he orbbed to Henry he was somewhere dry. no he wasn't soaked, but he was slighlty damp. "Sorry, I'm a little late."
he spoke, shaking some of the water out of his hair.