Over the next hour, Kalysto remained face down on the pillow. While not completely sobered up, his rest did make him feel a little better. He moved into the bathroom to comb his hair off and gargle with mouth-wash in an attempt to kill some of the wine-breath he still had. He heard Desiree thumping around as she moved things, and he changed into more casual clothing, moving into the living room himself to inspect what was going on.
“Nearly ready to go?”