[center][color=0072bc][h3]Evan & Lilly's Post[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=0072bc]"Eugh..."[/color] It wasn't so much the Darcsen's voice that woke him (for he was a heavy sleeper), but the sudden stampede of militia men running for their gear. Fuuuuck... they just came back from a battle, why were they doing PT so early... Evan rolled over, tumbled out of bed and onto the floor with a dull thud before staggering to his feet and haphazardly changing into PT gear. Damn fuckin' Darcsen, fuckin' PT early morning bullshit. In the back of his mind, Evan wondered if he'd still have to have put up with this if they'd just left the bloody dark hair to die. Shirt went on, then boots went on... then boots came off as he realized he needed to put on pants. Evan's dressing speed was usually slow, but his lack of sleep and judgment was compounding issues further. By the time he finally sauntered out to the group assembling outside it was clear he was one of the last ones there. Not that he cared, mind you. Being low on sleep had a tendency of making him not give a shit about... well, just about anything and he was confident that his strength (which was significant) would carry him through any additional pushups he was assigned. 

Lilly on the other hand, was one of the first out the door. Though she was out the minute her head hit the pillow, her sleep was light and haunted by nightmares. It didn't take much to wake her up, and by the time Harald had finished his yelling, she was already in the process of putting on her socks. ~180 seconds later, she was outside and standing at ease in formation, letting the others mark off of her. While her abilities in combat seemed to have plateaued (probably due to her panic attacks), her ability to get up and dressed in a short period of time was still readily improving. Her appearance almost looked normal this time.