"If the Veil was as thin there as you say, we shouldn't bring many of them. Any more magic will only weaken it further." He scrubs a hand through his hair. It feels gritty and there are parts where it's plastered down that he knows have to be either blood or ichor. "Ugh." He pulls his hand away.

"You go ahead and get some rest then. I think... I think I'm going to trek down to the shore and wash." It won't be completely satisfying, he knows, no soap, just sea water, but it will clean him of the worst of the mess and refresh aching muscles.

"I'll see you in the morning." He presses a hand to his shoulder as he stands, not really intending to use him as support, except there's more weight in the push than would usually be. He's that exhausted.