[Well, that's at least a good sign. Romeo can finally stop replaying the hypothetical scene where Y'shtola fucking kills him for absolutely destroying their very valuable teammate.

Still, this is just the beginning. Rahk hasn't gotten any less soaked and remains resting in his gross, damp clothing. He could get, like, sick...or something, which also leads to death. Which, in turn, would lead to Romeo's death, or so his imagination tells him.

With a very timid prod, Romeo attempts to stir his friend awake.]

Come now, Rahksh'a, you still need to dry yourself, and...I'm not exactly comfortable undressin' ya while you're...inebriated.