Vash was trying to find his voice still when Wolfwood stirred, and smiled, a little tired and a little apologetic but sincere. His words were quiet, the hangover oh so clear in Wolfwood's every motion.

"Good morning. If it helps, he didn't leave. He just... vanished. The way Nai said that he'd lost him."

Beat. Then he held up something - strictly non-alcoholic. "I think some liquid will help with the headache."