Peering over the tops of his glasses, Anthony curled a smile at Michael's retreating form. He spoke just before Michael's presence triggered the torches, "Just as long as whatever he battles in the loo doesn't make it into the bedtime story." He chuckled and slipped off his bed.
He stretched, though he was neither tired or ready to go to bed. He felt physically drained, but that was just long term fatigue. Anthony looked at Terry, for the first time noting the watch mark on his mate's cheek. At first it looked like someone had beat him and so he moved over to Terry with a darkened expression. Very much like a mother he reached for Terry's chin to turn his cheek, wanting a better look.
"Oh." He laughed a little in his throat when he realized what it was. "I thought somebody hit you," Anthony remarked. He deposited himself on the edge of Terry's bed and rubbed his face. "Lets see... while the knight took whatever matters in hand he was going to in the Land of Loo, the other two looked up into the starry night from their tower and pondered the great mysteries of the universe."