If there was one good thing to come out of the day, it was the confirmation that he didn't have any injuries, as he'd taken advantage of the shower to do. Bruises didn't fade easily enough for the clues to have just disappeared. He could only conclude that waking up in the morning without remembering how he'd passed out (assumedly) hadn't been achieved by administering anything into his body. He was at a loss as to what else it could be. Something in the air would be the easiest answer, but there was no proof of that, either, and he didn't want to assume.

Once back in the Sun Room, he slunk over a seat at the most out-of-the-way spot, and sat with torso tilted forward—his hair was still a little wet, his hands crossed.

[Soushi!]