By the time Nate arrived back at camp, the others were gathered in a meeting. He wasn't sure what it was about, nor did he particularly care at the moment. His entire body felt like lead after three days of continuous fighting, and all he wanted was to collapse onto his bed and sleep for as long as possible.
Some of the people turned to look at him, their eyes shifting between him and the heavy bag slung over his shoulder. Curiosity flickered across their faces, but no one approached him directly. He ignored their stares and walked past the group, making his way toward his room.
But first, he needed a shower.
The smell of sweat, dirt, and dried blood clung to him, and after everything they had been through, he wanted to feel at least somewhat refreshed before finally resting. Without wasting any time, he went to wash up, changing into fresh clothes afterward.