Henry held the light up and sniffed in the cold. Rain was not his favorite by a long shot. Instead of complaining, though, he watched Harry the same way a little kid might watch a super hero do his rounds.

He couldn't help but view both Heather and her father without a little glow of hero worship around them. They killed gods! Of course Harry could build a raft!

"Do you have any water pokemon? I don't have anyone that could pull it."