If there was one thing that could be said with a hundred percent certainty when it came to Welt was one simple fact: his past often chased him down like a pack of rabid dogs. There was plenty of good that he's done, sure. But the good isn't what he dreams about every night he goes to bed. From the time he closes his eyes he is haunted by images of failures that he could never bring himself to open up about. Welt's companions through the cosmos were good people and it's easy to see that he cares for them. But that care is exactly why he could never mention the memories his mind so often forced him to relive. He hadn't had someone like that since...

Welt sits up in bed with an annoyed sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose while the subtle sting of a migraine blooming between his eyebrows. He takes a moment, giving his body time to settle enough so that he could stand without risk of tipping over immediately. After the moment passes his migraine remains, but the cold sweat on his body becomes less noticeable to him as he stood up.

With a subtle hesitance he steps towards the drawing desk he had brought onboard, reaching for a mug of water that he had originally forgotten about the night before. Welt's eyes glances towards the clear liquid to confirm it's both water he hadn't dipped a paintbrush in as well as water that no insect had taken the liberty of turning into it's home. Seeing it absent of either intrusion, Welt lifts the ceramic to his lips before taking a few gulps before placing it down with a grimace "It's something at least. A start, if nothing else..." He mumbles to himself.

Feeling the migraine remaining, Welt grabs his glasses from his bedside table before leaving his room in search for some medicine. He gets immediately thrown back into his room as he gets tackled down. Instinctively he goes to struggle against the sudden intruder, only to freeze when he catches a glimpse of the familiar figure, their face full of panic

"...{{user}}? What are you doing here?"