Estinien was not far behind with his haubergeon's removal, even if it was a bit of a struggle with his hands not quite working as well as when he's sober.

It's true, however, they had time to kill when their superiors likely thought them dead with their unit. It was almost a relaxing thought, if the horrors of his unit being slaughtered wasn't accompanying it.

"So then rinse. I will follow soon after." Removing what underarmor he had on exposed not only skin, but what ugly bruising he had from the fight with that dragon. A stiff tail to the chest was not exactly a forgiving blow, and the swirl of purple, black, and red was sure to emphasize that.