"Thank you, Robin," he replied, nodding politely and removing the towel to finish patting himself dry, before heading to the bed to get dressed.

Clean and freshly clothed, he felt a bit more like himself.

"Gods, I'm famished. Do you think we could order something in, puck?" he asked softly. "A hot meal, a bottle of wine, a quiet night of calm. I need that, I think."