Of course he was thinking of others before himself, all his life he had done that, he had had no one else to worry about. But now, could anyone really blame him for worrying more about those around him, that they were safe and well, before he looked to his own needs?<br/><br/>Jasper waited until Kate had entered her own room, shutting the door behind her before entering his own room. It wasn’t as decorated, or as fancy as any of the other rooms he had seen in the Manor, but that was just fine to him. He didn’t need all that stuff.<br/><br/>Tired as he was, having gotten little sleep on their escape from Malora, Jasper should have gone to sleep right there and then. He knew he needed it, but instead, he sat against the wall under the window, his knees drawn up and his head down. So much had happened and he needed some time away from everyone else to process it all.<br/><br/>Pulling his shirt over his head, Jasper ran his hand over where the old scars had been, criss crossing his chest, his stomach, his back, and shoulders. They were all gone now, erased, leaving nothing but smooth skin behind. It was still an odd feeling, like part of him had been stripped away. He knew Kate wanted him to move on, but some things lingered, even when the physical marks no longer remained.<br/><br/>His back still against the wall, Jasper ended up drifting off to sleep, before jerking away a number of times, never going under too deep. He was still alert, ever ready to defend.