Ulquiorra murmured a wordless response, picking up his coffee and taking a sip. It was still poor, even with extra sugar, but it was hot, sweet, and had caffeine, so Ulquiorra dealt with it.

"The train will be a more comfortable mode of travel than we have used so far," he said, feeling rather than saying the 'at least'. A train was going to be infinitely more comfortable than a chocobo saddle, that much was certain. "We will hopefully stop here again on the return."

When Ulquiorra got back to the Palace, he was going to soak in a bath until the water went cool, and then sleep for a day.