Biiiiiiiiig Stretchies

Quill was terribly independent, so when he woke and no one was around, the injured brute gingerly tipped himself out of his cot and left the infirmary. His shoulder was stiff and he could feel the pull of the stitches with each step. But a man had to piss and he wasn't going to try to aim into a little pot or anything like that. It was beneath him. So he was up and out the front doors of the castle before anyone could see or stop him.

After relieving himself on one of the many pieces of greenery, Quill limped his way to the courtyard to settle himself down in a patch of warm sunlight. The grass was good enough padding for his uninjured side. Being the big, sleepy guy that he was, Quill flopped down flat on the ground and closed his eyes against the bright light. He'd made it all the way out here, but he wasn't quite ready to make it all the way back in. Not just yet. Maybe a little nap first.

"Quill Klein"