Senjen nodded back at Light. “Yeah, I’m going to get that new body today. It’s expensive, but it’s just better. More capable. It’ll open up new opportunities. Have to spend money to make money.”

Ruk’s interruption, however, was quick to grab Senjen’s attention. “Oh, that’s not good. I’d hope you’d have more time. Okay, uh…” He pulled around his tail, grabbed the pitcher of water, and carefully handed it to her. “Here, drink this. I mixed in something that’s supposed to help with a hangover. Just, uh...give me a moment.” 

Senjen quickly rushed back inside, and the pair could hear him rummaging around for a minute before he returned with a glass of water. He moved around behind Ruk’s chair and splashed just a small amount of water on her still-disheveled feathers. Neither he nor Light owned a comb, but he could extend his claws and lock his fingers in place to use his hand as a substitute to try and flatten down her feathers. 

“Got to get you ready as quickly as we can. They keep your, what’s it called...scrubs at the hospital, right? Just need to get you presentable, then.”