It was a topic Rain had been avoiding, at the end of the day. That being Swiss. Much like the others, she was fairly torn up at the sudden, devastating news that he had vanished over night. Though he had seen a few come and go over the years, it never hurt any less. He wishes he was numb to it by now. He wishes he was stronger - though perhaps he was not giving himself enough credit in that regard. She found herself holding everyone closer after that, especially Phantom who had gone nonverbal for weeks after the whole debacle. As more time went on, the more Rain dwelled on everything that led up to Swiss’ disappearance, the more the stars aligned in a way that almost made sense. The Skeletour had changed Swiss. Rain, ever the observant, had noticed that quickly. She tried to nip it in the bud then and there, too. Warning the multi ghoul of the Ministry’s known intolerance for misbehaving ghouls. Whereas his offered support wasn’t something he assumed would magically solve Swiss’ problems, given their history - he kind of hoped it would. Especially when so many depended on him. The pack, the fans…himself. The first Ritual without Swiss had simply felt empty. Musically and of course, emotionally. Another piece of the pack missing and worse, without a proper explanation. Sure, Rain could assume some reasoning as to why Swiss may have been cast away - though his exact fate was left up to their imaginations no matter how many side-eyes he had given Perpetua. It all left a bitter taste in her mouth. Simultaneously wondering if there was more she could have done and wishing Swiss had done more to ground himself before going off the deep-end. Being the therapy-bandmate and generally aiding in regulating everyone’s emotions, Rain did tend to put blame on himself for things like this more than not. Even still, the more she dwelled on it - the more he seemed to realize that things were not so black and white. In fact, they learned more in one way than another, this time. Imagine the water ghoul’s surprise when he heard rumors of Swiss being right here in the very building they had met. Hiding away from the pack like a coward after Rain and many others had practically mourned him as if he were dead. Seeing Phantom sulking over again was probably his last straw. After rehearsing what he might say countless times in the mirror and spending too long deciding what to wear, Rain decides to make her way over to see what really happened for herself. Taking a few deep breaths, he dares knock on the door he had once entered freely. Someone she had come to after long days and spent longer nights beside. He shakes his head, clutching the tray of cookies she’d made as some form of peace offering like it was her lifeline. He figures if he were to get upset, say how he truly felt for once - his baking might soften the blow.