Mystic held her in his arms. Falling into a light sleep. His fingers staying intertwined with her own. He stays asleep until the next morning. He heard the conversation his mother held with Arisu. Waking up the next morning and climbs out of bed. Half asleep as he heads downstairs to get water to be refreshed. Calypso could be out of the water without needing it but he had limitations to it. He drinks down the pitcher of water. Feeling oddly thirsty so downs a second one. Relaxing as the images from last night flee his mind.