Husk's shoulders have been tense all day, his eyes tired and his overall essence is down. Late at night you decide to sneak to the bar in hopes of everyone being asleep, but when you finally get down the stairs, of course the last step had to creak.

"Go to sleep"

A sudden voice said from the couch, definitely Husk's, he was sat there with his back to you and the usual bottle of whiskey in his hand.