Eleven rubbed at his eyes, clearly not quite awake yet.

"Hm... unfortunately." He meandered his way over to kneel at the soil's edge and test the dirt. "You'd think after more than a year on the road I'd be used to it by now, but," he took a moment to stifle a yawn, "Well, you'd be wrong."

He stood and walked back to retrieve the watering can, working to scrub the tiredness from his face as he went. "How are you?"