He slept in. It wasn't as though he'd meant to, but at least he felt marginally better for it. Rubbing at his eyes, Sefton slowly sat up and yawned. His clothes felt gross, having not completely dried overnight, and his shoes were slick with remnants of ice crystals. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that Chivy was still asleep.

Before allowed himself any other thoughts for the night before, Sefton decided to see about a shower, and maybe breakfast. If he hurried, he might be able to leave before Chivy woke up, too.