I decide the best thing to do is have a shower, change my clothes to more proper ones and go back downstairs for dinner. In the shower I let my tears run as I wash myself, but the second I am out I stop crying. A quick Timus tells me it is just after five o’clock, the shower did help my aching muscles, but I am hungry again. I pull on a decent set of robes and grab a book out of my trunk and walk back down. 