The morning after.

The heat from the fight the previous night lingered in the air, accompanied by tension. Everybody walked and acted like they were walking on eggshells. This was uncharted territory for them; it was not only their first time being a group, but also their first time experiencing a fight as serious as the one from last night.

They all knew that what had happened wasn't birthed from rage or malice, but rather from something deeper. They had seen for themselves that Mordeu acted that way due to guilt. There were a thousand different approaches he could have taken—for one, he could have apologized, or perhaps calmly expressed how he was feeling—but he had chosen the more hostile option.

It was a poor choice, but they all understood that he was new to this, just as they were.

However, they were clueless as to where he had gone all night.