[ Whatever had happened over the weekend felt like it'd taken years off Natsuo's life instead of just two or so days, and with words being thrown at him with no real understanding of it all, he extracts himself from the woods as soon as he can with the excuse that he needs a shower, so he can stalk back towards the castle, return to the fire dorm that doesn't have enough people to be angry at him if he bars the bathroom door for the next 4 hours.

He feels gross, really. Stiff and smelling like dirt, longing for those new baths that'd just opened up but he'll have to settle for a five minute cold shower instead. ]