[He shuffles slightly as he sits in the bed. He's taken off his boots, weapons, and most of his clothes by now for cleanliness and comfort (though with enough left on to preserve modesty - it's awkward enough Marco dumped him right in Itachi's bed), so right now what the camera is catching is a hatless pirate in a black t-shirt, with what looks to be a longsleeved chainmail mesh shirt underneath. His freed wings flutter slightly as he slowly rubs his temples.]

Unpleasant. Frankly, the combat mission at Sirry Craigs was nicer than the three weeks at the field hospital I was stationed at.

But that's something that's better discussed over a drink or two. I'm just grateful right now for a hot meal and a soft bed.

[Code for he doesn't want to discuss it too much over sensitive journal networks.]