The dawning sun had brought a new morning. And Lazarus had gotten into the guild house pretty early. He thought he would see if there any jobs he could throw himself into. He found nothing. Sighing he went to the bar and got a drink. A stiff one. Despite being an 'angel', he was sometimes a pretty heavy drinker. However, he only had one, before stretching and going for a walk. He was wandering all over the guild, even onto different floors, just remembering why he loved the place so much. That was when he saw Sasha. She looked like she was about to pass out her face was worried. He sort of made a jog over to her and placed his hands on her waist. "woah, are you ok?" He spoke soothingly. He was well aware that Damian was standing there. It didn't bother him.