Leaving his room with Greyson hidden well inside his bag, he went to check on how Eden was doing. Listening at the door, when he didn't hear anything he knocked loudly. "Eden? You alright?" She might not even be awake, seeing how much she drank the night before. Maybe it would be better to let her sleep it off. It was then he heard a hair-raising howl, and grimaced. The hangover must be kicking in right about now. That meant she was awake, unfortunately. She definitely wasn't feeling well, so he went downstairs to ask for a few things. A bucket, for starters–especially for someone's first hangover. She'd need water too, just as much as the bucket. Asking for someone working at the inn to open her door for him, he gave them his thanks. He had to say that she was family to keep them from making faces, or else run the risk of getting into trouble himself. In hindsight he probably shouldn't have locked her in the room.
Bringing the bucket over in front of her, he put the clean water aside. Taking a sheet to cover up the window so it would be less bright, he quietly whispered to the hungover beastkin woman. "I'll be back soon Eden. I'm going to ask around and see if anybody has something so you'll feel better. I need to get some for Greyson too for being just as sick." Scratching his head, he was guilty. He should've stopped her after the third one instead of letting her keep going. Gingerly lifting the white and grey fox out of his bag, he set the whimpering animal on the floor by the bucket. With that done, he closed the door gently to not aggravate their headaches.
The market was open, and for once it was good he was up so early. Looking around all the stalls with herbs and medicines, he asked an elf woman what he soon learned to be an absurd question. "Pardon ma'am, but do you have anything for curing a hangover?" The woman's face had a look of disbelief, which was covered up very well as raised eyebrows. "A cure for a…hangover you say? I'm afraid we don't have anything like that." Disappointed, he sighed. "Oh, I see. Thanks for your time." As he turned to find if anywhere else had what he needed, the woman interrupted. "I wouldn't bother asking the other shops for it either. Now sir, it isn't that we don't have any in stock–it's because there is no such thing as a cure for hangovers. I can sell you something to relieve headaches and nausea, which I assume is what you want?"
Giving his best smile despite his embarrassment, he nodded. "I'd like that, please. How much?" He came back with two bottles of some sort of liquid concoction, and his coin pocket fifty crescents lighter. A steep price, but he was desperate to try anything at this point. Coming back to see how Eden was doing, he uncorked a bottle and took a whiff. It was sweet, but not too strong-smelling. Hopefully it would work.