Eleven raised his head and, recognizing Lily, put some effort into sitting upright at least. His arms were left to drape between his knees.

"No, that's all right. I'm just.." He'd felt exhaustion before, but this was deeper than that. There was probably a word for it, but his mind couldn't begin to think of it. He shrugged. "It was a long battle."

Because although he'd spent most of it well behind the front lines, he was sure most all of them felt the same. They'd barely slept, hardly eaten, and spent the last full day fighting for their lives.

He turned a look on Lily, taking in her disheveled state alongside the comforting fact that she seemed to be moving well under her own power. Tired, but not to the stiffness of injury.

"I'm glad you're all right."