Theodore
It was punishment alright, Theo hadn't come this far to be reduced back to what he had once been; A glorified wet-nurse. For a moment it looked like he would protest, his fists balling as the muscles in his arms clearly tensed up. It was only a brief moment however. Although he might not agree with the bear, Theo hadn't put himself up as a candidate for the position either. The expression on his face hardened as he stormed back down the stairs, Guinand would feel this one.
Theo found the boy, still asleep in his bed, and proceeded to not-so-gently wake him. Up! Up I said, you dandylioned pigsty! Up or I'll string you up with your guts out! Theo continued with a long slur of other names before stopping himself. This wouldn't be the best moment to kill someone he decided, although he was sure Ladle-Maid did deserve to carry some of his stress. He released Guinand as life began to stir in the boy's body. Theo paced through the barracks a little, restless, as he waited for his companion to get dressed. He knew the kid to be a dreamy one and his eyes never left him, afraid the boy might fall back into bed if he did. Out of habit he started to strike down some of the creases from his own attire and making sure the buttons were in a line that was as straight as he could manage. Theo took note that he didn't feel as hung-over as before, although there was still the occasional tremor in his brain at certain quick movements.
When Guinand finally seemed to be done dressing himself Theo led him towards the queen's chambers. Enroute he took the time to explain the situation in as little detail as he himself had absorbed, which wasn't more then get Guinand out of bed and meet Jorrick. Their commander was soon to reach them and Theo gave up silent thanks to the steel man for the short wait. Entering the royal chambers the old man would stand as erect as he could hold himself, his arms clasped at his lower back and his chest puffed forward while his chin was pointing a neat thirty degree angle towards the far wall. He listened intently to every word said, but no expression would pass over his face. It was clear to him that the queen, even though with all the right intents in mind, was about to learn a lesson or two. If they had been emissaries then surely one of them would've rode closer sporting a white flag; or something similar to the kind. His commander on the other hand was either thinking too much about his own coffers or a coward for not pointing this out. In the end, it mattered little to Theo; this would escalate one way or the other and there would be plenty of opportunity between now and spring to make a good honest killing.
Theodore was sure it was the sound of Guinand's voice that made him want to strangle the most, a good runner up being the way his mind didn't seemed to function. He answered they boy with a grunt, which was supposed to say: You runt, keep your trap shut. So in the end it was a good thing Gnarl didn't send Theo alongside the huntsman. That seems to be a relief. Theo grunted at the comment about being off the hook from guard duty. He quickly added the Sir. hopping Gnarl would be too self absorbed to notice the laps of respect. Of course there was some work to be done on that level. A good commander should know more than just, command. He followed Gnarl around Stag's rest. Despite his disgruntled demeanor, Theo did as he was told or expected to do. Trust, after all was key.
The commander's personal chambers were something to be admired, if anything Theo felt slightly jealous. Theodore was literarily pulled, or rather pushed out of his thought by Gnarl's hand. He found himself surprised somehow at the strength by this action. It was only later that he remembered that Gnarl was as much a fighter as he was commander. Being forced on another merry-go-around there wasn't much to do but to follow and Theo started to think if there was any purpose to him being here instead of sleeping off his headache. He gave little notice to the clumsy guardsman, rather keeping an eye on how some of the boys were doing with their practice. Remus and Bert were going at each other, then again, they hardly drank anything besides water. Harris was watching and giving pointers to the both of them. Theodore's attention was brought to the maps Jorrick had spread out onto some barrels. At first he gave the man a half suspicious look before peering at the drawings more closely. I would say that we should also widen the moat. It's too easy to bridge and ill maintained. He started to say, gazing back at the wall. The section over there will need to be modified too, it's lower than the rest and will present a weak point if we are called to defend. He pointed out the section with his left, using his whole hand rather than just his index finger. There was hardly a sense to it for him, there were only two finger and a thumb left on it anyway.
Once again Theo found himself pushed into a direction, which started to annoy him quite a bit. His mood slightly improved however when he noticed where they were going next. Theodore watched as Yorwen was being pitted against a hopeless guardsman. And like he predicted the show didn't take long. After that Theo was glad for the invitation to teach some of his own tricks and replied with an almost gleeful: With pleasure, sir. He proceeded by jumping over the ring and arming himself with a blunted training sword. Alright you iron farmers, who will be the first at the physician?! And with those words charged into the group. Finally something to relief his hang-over with.