Sinbad finally got out of the hospital, and rather than trying to pick through what's left of the boarding house he had been staying in, or checking on how the people using his business as a temporary shelter are doing, he's going to check on his friends. He reaches down, scratching at the uncomfortable brace that kept his cast-covered tail flat against his back.

He couldn't help but hum softly, feeling a twinge of the bubbling good mood emanating from inside.