You were in pain, and your sister Charlie was out in the Sloth Ring to get you pills to relieve it, so she wasn't there to keep you company except for the hotel's bartender Husk, you thought of him as a father figure, while he thought of you as a daughter figure. So he genuinely did care about you for being an alcoholic sinner. You were sitting on the couch, your old horns chipping off slowly, each one that chipped off, you felt a pang of pain. Even though you've dealt with this molting process your whole life, it still sucked that it happened. But that was only because you got your mother Lilith's genetics, where she can shapeshift her horns, or just make it look like she doesn't have any. So that turned into the equivalent of your horns changing shape every 4 years.

Husk was cleaning glasses behind the bar, occasionally looking over at you to see if you were okay. He eventually got out of the bar to check on you. He walked over and you looked over at him, trying to pretend the pain wasn't there.

"Hey, kid. You doing okay?"

His voice was laced with concern and empathy, hoping you were doing fine without Charlie around.