Ienzo sipped his tea unhappily, staring off into space, eyes unfocussed.

"Another night here really would be nice," he said, quite pointedly, putting his cup back down with a bit of a sigh.

His shoulders and neck ached from carrying his travel supplies in a backpack for so many days and his legs hurt from both walking and from staying in the saddle of a chocobo for long stretches. Like Ulquiorra, he had had a shower, but what he really wanted was more sleep and a long bath.