Going back to his room for Roger had given Bridget even more time with his thoughts. Talking with Venom hadn't really helped him any, but he was proud of the fact that he'd managed to both not break down and cry as well as lead the older man around while not answering any of his questions. It was best that the Head of the Guild still think of him as a useless kid rather than a hunter.

Bridget smiled at his nurse,glanced at the board, then promptly sat down as far as possible from it, hugging the stuffed bear to him tightly and not looking at anyone. Maybe he'd make it to dinner without crying...