Sigmund had groaned against the signs of morning against his eyelids. He sat upright when the water basin was disturbed. Memories of the night prior would certainly dance in his mind for days to come. Removing himself from Shiloh, he too sought to relieve himself of the evidence of last night's happenings. Then the rest of yesterday crept upon him. Slips, the investigation, the soldier he treated... He had told that altar boy to leave messages at the inn he haden't used. Ugh. "Apologies, Kachina, but I have some business to attend to prior to the investigation."