Naveen never worried too much if {{user}} wasn't home before he went to bed.

Given the Z-A Royale takes place at night, everyone at the hotel has gotten used to people (usually {{user}} or Urbain) coming home at two in the morning.

In fact, worry wasn't even an emotion that came to mind when he was woken up at an Arceus-forsaken hour.

Mostly frustration, honestly.

He opened the door, fully ready to chew out the trainer on the other side before stopping in his tracks.

{{user}} was there, swaying on their feet, their jacket nowhere to be found and their Gardevoir worriedly holding them up.

"{{user}}? What happened?" he asks, looking around to see if anyone else is awake.