Guy entered the Sun Room feeling far better than when he'd woken up this morning. It was remarkable how just talking with Luke again could improve his mood so drastically, but that was just how it went when you were separated from a friend for a while and didn't even know where they were. He watched as the redhead moved over to the bulletin board and smiled to himself.

Honestly, he wouldn't have minded spending the entire day with Luke (who was going to stop them?), but he knew that his friend probably wanted to track down some of the others, and Guy had his own people to check up on, especially after last night. While Anise and Claude had found him in the end, they hadn't gotten the chance to talk for too long before night had ended.

There usually wasn't enough time in the day to see everyone as it was, so he couldn't spend all of it with Luke, as much as he'd like to. Besides, there was the matter of giving the younger man some space. Guy wasn't exactly a babysitter anymore.

Sinking down into a seat, Guy lifted up his arms and tried to do some stretching exercises to get the stiffness out of them. It hurt, but it had to be done. He needed to be able to lift and swing a sword again sooner rather than later.

[For Claude; strict reserve.]