From the depths
The morning arrived, and Rain woke up feeling fresh and without the misery of a hangover. His companions, however, were not as fortunate. They groaned and clutched their pounding heads, regretting their enthusiastic celebration from the previous night.
Adding to their discomfort was the disconcerting absence of Branden. The news of his continued unavailability cast a pall over the group's mood. They connected that to the attack on the port, exacerbating their headaches and a general sense of unease. In light of this, Rain suggested that they make use of the free rooms in his house to recuperate from their hangovers at their own pace, a small solace in an otherwise disconcerting situation.
"I am sorry, Rain," Leiah said. "I didn't want to spoil your return, but I knew about the attack and that Branden went there to help."
"It is fine. It is understandable," Rain said. "Anyway, you can return home now, Mom. I will talk with Dad, Grandpa, and Grandma later."