She stayed with him through the night, allowing herself to slip into sleep for only a few hours at a time until morning. However sour she had been at him she couldn’t fight her deep rooted instinct to make sure he’d be okay once he woke up. After all she had never heard of a rodent ingesting alcohol before, so she wasn’t sure if it was even okay for the small animals body.
Morning came all too early for the little hamster, who groaned as he tried to groom himself. Try as he might, Hakuba couldn’t remember ever having a headache this terrible. Though, whether that was from the sheer, proportional, amount of alcohol, or the fact that he was now a hamster, the actual cause was unclear.
Once he’d managed to get his fur looking a little more presentable, Hakuba shook himself out, then crawled up to nudge Camie’s cheek with his front paws. Much as his head ached, he needed food, and as far as he knew, it would all be completely out of reach without a lot of effort. None of which, of course, he was interested in putting forth at present.