((Keep listening to the song from the above post. I recommend right click -> loop.))

Daryll was taking deep breaths. Everything ached from exertion. His brain was not functioning fully. He moved in parts. First, his arms propped against the back of the bench most of them had been clinging to. Second, he braced his body. The third step was the hardest: liftoff. 

One foot at a time, he walked to the truck's doors. Arm out, hand to handle, grab and turn. He worked his way outside similarly. He turned around, to where the others were slowly exiting their own states of shock. 
"Step one. We get beds. Step two, we get food. Probably not the munchie shit in the back. Step three, we sleep until next dawn. We can all look forward then. And talk. Prolly gunna be lotsa talkin." Darylls words were beginning to slur from how tired he was. Still, everyone else seemed to be at least as much stunned as dazed, so he took it on himself to walk over towards the motel. He was halfway there before he trudged back and asked Gideon for cash. There were few words, just a muttered thanks and an quiet understanding that any debt stuff could be figured out in the morning. First was sleep.

There were a lot of rooms for normal standards, but with... Eight people? Not enough. He reserved five and called it good. He could bunk with any of the guys, and the girls both knew him well enough... Only maybe the princess wouldn't want to. The drama wasn't quite his issue anyways. Keys in tow, he shambled back to the truck. Seemed the others had filled the gas, and the relatively good food was being passed around. Daryll didn't bother hiding his disdain when he saw a glass bottle somewhere in the mix. He wasn't about to waste energy changing his expression.