"Oh, you want to go out? Well, certainly, as long as you're feeling okay."
You are, now that you've gotten a good rest. The two of you get up, and they grab the now-empty plate before moving to the counter area. They twist a knob and water flows out, washing away the scraps of fish. You're a bit disappointed, since they were still perfectly tasty, but there's no use crying over spilled fish. Once they determine the plate clean, you move back into the hallway. It's still bright, but you've adjusted a bit. It's not so bad.
Cula looks at you with a little bit of worry, but you wave them off. You'll be alright, as long as you know where you are.
Where do you want to go?