Crucible regarded her for a moment as she landed. A sentient eagle, or perhaps a shape changer of some manner. Both were possibilities although the latter seemed more likely given the situation.

At her comment he cast his gaze to the sky, continuing the conversation telepathically, 'Indeed, not all would approve of the rain however. he replied with a hint of amusement as he turned his gaze to her curiously. Extending a wing slightly to give the eagle in question a slight reprieve from said rain.