Ernie was changing in the little room that was his own, but their dinner was sitting on the table in Zach's room. Quite honestly, Ernie wasn't sure how he felt at the moment. He was still impossibly sad over the death of his friends, and then there was the food situation which seemed to be getting in order now between the lot of them and a few students. Once the new shirt was on, Ernie tucked it into his pants and smoothed out any wrinkles that may have been visible. It was Zach's voice that pulled Ernie from his thoughts about snowdrops in the forest, and he sighed. Running his hand through his hair, he turned and pulled the door open to greet his master with a smile.
"How did it go," he asked softly. "Were you able to maintain your composure?"