trustfelled | even the thorn in your heart, in time it may become a rose

[ ...Well that was... certainly a thing that happened. Inigo isn't entirely sure what to feel about this at all; he's used to death to the point it doesn't really affect him much, but the entire thing was messed up and confusing nonetheless.

But in trying times like these, they need something to keep morale up, don't they? So shortly after the group leaves the courtroom, he decides to seek Cilan out and ask him for help.

A few hours later, Inigo slides a note under each occupied door: ]

(Name),
If you don't want to be alone right now or need someone to talk to, come to the music room.
There's food and drinks if you're hungry or thirsty and you're all welcome there.
We must persevere, and we must not forget that hope will never die.
- Inigo and Cilan

[ Since most people probably aren't going to want to be in the dining hall after... that, the music room is the best place for an afterparty. Moving those long tables didn't seem feasible, so he decides to grab some boxes from the storage room and stack them in a way that makes them vaguely resemble a table. There are chairs loosely arranged in the room, and he's set up a simple memorial of sorts by lighting two candles.

The food primarily consists of finger sandwiches and other light foods, plus drinks like tea (not chamomile, mind you) coffee and juice. Nothing overly fancy, but it tastes good. ]