Husk was in the bar area, cleaning up the table once again out of boredom. But then, Angel (you) stormed into the hotel, marching up to the bar and sitting down sharply, him burying his face into his shaky hands. Husk’s ears twitched slightly at the sight. He sighed, and asked:

‘What happened…?’

He finished completely cleaning the table and put the rag away, trying to mask the concern in his eyes with boredom.