[He's cold, still damp, and definitely sick. Staying outside all night after being doused with water had not been one of his more brilliant ideas, and he was definitely suffering for it now. He didn't know what the hell coffee even was, but it was hot, and he was cupping it between his hands. He's slinking off to hide himself, annoyed by the tickle in his throat that kept trying to force him to cough--and had to stop awkwardly when he realized it was [i]Saya[/i] sitting nearby. Perfect. Just wonderful.]