"Save it," he snaps even though she hasn't done anything to earn his ire other than just show up outside his door, and doesn't deserve his attitude. She's not saying it to be pleasant or to sweettalk something out of him. He- doesn't quite get that, yet. Or ever.

He does get noticeably less grumpy the less hungry and tired he is, though, so that should hopefully be of some small comfort. The light outside is a little too bright for him, as though he's hung over. But he's otherwise not much worse for wear.

By the time they are in the midst of the festival there's a bit of light coming back into his eyes when he sees a stall or display that interests him, even though he doesn't engage with any of the vendors proactively.