To better suit their class schedules, Prompto and Sidon had switched their shifts, and it was turning out that it was working out even better for Sidon this way, too, because yesterday had given him an awful lot to think about. He was not quite the boisterious, excitable Sidon he usually was, except for whenver anyone came in, and then, of course they'd be hit with the full enthusiasm of the Zora Prince as one might expect. But in between, electing to go about cleaning the fishtanks, because he enjoyed it, it needed to be done, and it made for good thinking work, he was rolling things around in his mind, thinking of how...sad, really, some things could be and how he wished more people could be inclined to take sad things and see the silver linings of relief and hope and maybe even joy hidden there in them, that sad things always passed, and there were better things ahead.

It was days like this that he found himself missing his sister terribly, because if anyone was an expert at that, it was Mipha, and he just hoped he was doing a good job of letting her hope and strength live on through him.

He was pretty sure, though, that she would be wonderfully proud of him, though. He was, at least, proud of himself, and that was what mattered most.

Furnado is open!