Jecht
Jecht's rest was not going very well. He kept waking up again and again, his weariness not at all leaving him, and every few minutes he slipped back into unconsciousness only to awaken once more.
His wounds were already beginning to heal thanks to his vampire abilities, and with the addition of extra human blood he drank from Cepheus, but Jecht's recovery was still coming along slowly. Two difficult fights over the course of just two nights was not something that happened that often, especially him practically losing those two fights. Ashamed of his failure, he closed his eyes and turned onto his side to continue his pitiful rest.
The darkness was all he knew for awhile before the cycle of no-sleep-for-Jecht renewed and once again the vampire's slumber was disturbed. Pound, pound, pound...he heard the gentle knocking from outside his room. Dazed, Jecht forced himself to wake up and he slowly sat up on his bed, glancing towards the door. A bit miffed that his rest was interrupted, he called out, "Come in."
It was only when the door started to open that Jecht remembered he had tossed his shirt on the floor of his room before he went to sleep. He inwardly began to panic. It was bad enough the crew knew he was so injured he had to actually rest and recover; he didn't want anyone to see the recent wounds and bandages he pathetically acquired from the wizard and werewolf! Jecht quickly lied back down and covered the blanket over him, feeling like an idiot because he accidently made one of his injuries hurt more from him rushing to hide his body. He felt ridiculous because he was sure he looked embarrassing, cuddling onto the blanket as if it were a matter of life and death.
As Mariemaia entered the room, he hoped she didn't notice or comment on his injuries, and wondered why she was here. "Mariemaia, I was asleep, what do you want?" the words flew out of his mouth automatically and Jecht cursed himself. Great, he already had to admit he needed rest in front of her earlier, and now she would probably figure out that his rest hadn't even done any good by the way he was complaining. At that memory, he also remembered that he had given her orders before he returned to his room. She must have been here to discuss her tasks with him then; if she already completed them, just how long had he been resting?
"I mean." he tried to sound less agitated, looking at her from were he was laying on the bed, "Do you have anything to report?"