Eleanor obviously has an overgenerous idea of what constitutes a bathroom in Tortall. Jamie had frowned after her when she left as soon as they arrived back in their room, but the ache in his head prevented him from making a clever quip. A dull grunt was about all he could manage. Absently, he picked through some of the items they'd carted in from her bike. Half of them confused him. The other half made him smile.

Yawning, he'd peeled off his shirt and stretched out on the bed, where the events of the day crashed heavily into him and he'd promptly fallen asleep.

...still holding Eleanor's teddy bear under his uninjured arm.