He let himself be carried along, heroically avoiding making snarky comments. Well, all but one. "You two do realize that I can walk fine, right?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The next morning, he was up well before dawn, conditioned as a soldier to not need to sleep longer than six hours, despite the fact he suspected that habit had been slowly killing him. Now, however, he felt better than he had in years. He could remember the battle that had made him a damn hero, rather than a damn disobedient fool, and could easily face the memories of pieces of comrades and friends flying by without shuddering. Much. He felt like he could do an entire PT test without even getting mildly winded, and without bothering with the three minute rest between each segment, and then go do it again. All in all, he felt better than he had in years, and that was before he contemplated the two dozing sphinxes, having given both of them quite the workout last night.<br/><br/>After a moment, he quietly gathered his discarded clothing and other paraphernalia, before stepping out of the room, and heading to the wash room. He needed a bath. Once that was done, he cleaned his clothing as best he could, before dressing in the still damp clothing, and heading down to the common room.