It was early, at least in Molly's case. He had been dragged awake by a dream which left a sour taste in his mouth that drove him downstairs. Somehow it wasn't surprising to see Caleb camped out at the table, focused on his book like the rest of the world had all but faded away.

Passing behind him, Molly couldn't resist the urge to reach out and tug at his hair as he made his way over to the bar and - after a bit of rummaging - come up a bottle of something that was either the local spring water or some spirits that would burn away his taste buds for the next day or two. Either one was fine with him.

"Did you sleep at all?" He asked, sitting down across from Caleb as he undid the stopper on the bottle and sniffed. Damn. Just water.