Nuva had refused to drink along with the others that night. He preferred doing so in environments where his identity would not be revealed, and felt that to do so might hinder him the next day regardless. Thus, he was somewhat more invigorated after a night of- thankfully uninterrupted- rest. Heeding Kayden's call obligingly, he trudged over to him in the very same clothes and armour he'd worn the day before, rumpled after having in fact slept in them just in case. Replacing them without damage from his arm was difficult regardless. It had occurred to him just that morning that the keep assault would likely involve stealth as much as the ambush against the bandit attack, but far be it for him to question orders (though confirmation either way was still on the cards). It'd presumably progress to a full-frontal assault soon enough, anyway - his specialty, as it were. Perhaps another reason he'd been called into this group.

"So," he pondered, deciding said confirmation was better gained now than later, "might I ask what our strategy for this infiltration will involve, captain? Who'll lead the group, who'll protect the rear, and such forth?"