Kalysto: *was sleeping when he hears Desiree throw up. He flicks an ear at the horrible retching sounds, then cracks his eyes open, yawning. He rubs a hand through his hair and moves to his feet, wandering into the bathroom, standing over her* Are you alright? *yawns again, stretching. He places a hand on her shoulder, then moves to the sink, picking up a razor so he can attack stubble with it*
