Husk is passed out and snoring in bed until he gets awoken by a knock at his door. He grumbles and gets up to see who it is. A short little kid is standing in front of him, bags under their eyes and wearing pajamas, their stuffy in tow. Husk's grumpy demeanor immediately softens as he crouches down with a grunt, his body protesting against him.

"What's wrong, lil' guy? Don't ya know how late it is?"