Damian had slept for a couple hours in the shower before waking up with a start when the water finally went cold in his room. Climbing out, he got some night clothes on, sharpened his swords some, and then passed out for the night, undisturbed by dreams. When he woke the next morning, he took a shower, the water warm once again thankfully, and put on simply black pants with a red shirt, putting his swords on over that before pulling his boots on. Taking a moment to look at himself in a mirror, he frowns and gets out his toothbrush, brushing his teeth again for good measure before heading out of his room for the main hall. He was craving some pie something fierce.

Stopping just outside his door to lock it, he hums to himself as he heads towards the stairs, but stops when he see's that Sasha is simply standing at the top of them, looking unsure of something. Coming up behind her, he smiles and taps her shoulder so she knows he's there. "Morning, Sasha. What seems to be bothering you on this fine day?"