He was, and always would be, a soldier, despite no longer being part of an official military. 'You can take the soldier out the army, but never the army out of the soldier.' He tossed his bedroll down in the corner, toward the door, and with pain filled effort, managed to coax the ground to grow a small knot that would stop the door before it hit him. That done, he wrapped himself up, and immediately dozed off after setting his armor and weapons to the side, near at hand, his mental alarm set to go off in about seven or so hours.<br/><br/>The next morning, he was the first awake, and had all his equipment back on, double checking everything was in reach for an easy draw if necessary, before taking two more Advil for the still lingering headache. He then set his Haversack of Holding by the door, ready to meet the day, though he figured he wasn't going to have company for a couple hours. He would give them all another hour, before waking everyone but Blossom, who could easily catch up later.