Captain Chambers finishes the porridge at lightning speed.
He was clearly starving.
He just did not want to look like it in front of Maeve.
After emptying the bowl for the second time, he exhales deeply. The spoon slips from his fingers and lands softly against the ceramic.
He stares at it for a moment.
Then he looks around the bed room.
Still here.
Still real.
"I guess it wasn't a dream," he mutters. "It was all real."
He drags both palms down his face.
The fight.
The shouting.
The loss of control.
The green mist.
He does not know what emotion he is supposed to settle on.
Shame?
Fear?
Gratitude?
All of it feels tangled together.
He lifts his head and sniffles once, annoyed at himself.
"Enough, Chambers," he mutters under his breath. "Your men need you. Get your ass up and move on."
He stands.
His body feels normal.
His mind feels heavier.
He heads toward the bathroom attached to the bed room.
"I'll take a shower and check on Chi…" He stops himself mid-word.
