The next morning, Pip sits on a chair in the middle of Sha'Rona's house, looking as guilty and repentant as only he possibly can.
Pip glances around him where every member of the team stands in an accusatory circle.
He quickly lowers his head back down, radiating shame.
Sha'Rona lounges off to the side nursing her hangover, wincing between chuckles as she watches Pip get thoroughly, furiously scolded by a half-drunk, very hungover redhead.
"You cannot just keep wandering off on your own, Pip!" Vuvi says, poking him in the chest plate with every word. "Do you understand how reckless that is? Do you understand how worried we get? How dangerous it is?"
Pip points frantically at Zora, beeping accusations.
Veena and Sera hold the lich down in the chair beside Pip while he wiggles half-heartedly against their grip, clearly more for the drama of it than any real attempt at escape. "I am innocent!" Zora protests. "I was merely… a facilitator."
