Kone had the right idea all along, Cain decides the next afternoon when he wakes up with Nemu draped across him. It's all about the fluff.
Shifting around to see the state of the party's aftermath he finds no fewer than fifteen people passed out in his room, both Nemus plus Misha and Mythryll in his bed, then the Vala twins and Dimnys drinking in the tub along with Morgan and a very threatened looking Nathaniel.
"Didn't your brother tell you to be gentle with Elves?" Cain jokes, trying not to wake the others as he gets out of bed, opting to simply transfer Nemu over on top of Misha.
"I am gentle, see. No marks or bruises at all." Morgan announces, proud of herself.
"I'm going to find some breakfast, if anyone's interested. I'm sure the others will be awake soon." Cain laughs, headed for the door, chased by a dripping wet Elven cleric in his underwear.
"I'll join you. Enjoy the tub ladies." Nathaniel calls as he runs away to the sounds of quiet laughter.
