Eleven obediently stays seated and hands his glass back to Archeval. He truly doesn't mean to do more than seek out food and bathe then hope he's able to sleep off the rest of his aches and fatigue, but he appreciates his concern, such as it is. Medic's orders.

"Ah," he says uncertainly, smile turning sheepish. "It was cold, I was tired, and we spent awhile walking."