Zack smirked, but tried not to show it, as Roxas worked out his arm. Another swell of pride in a sword that wasn't even his own.

Zack shook his head away from Roxas to free any remaining water before putting his shirt on. Of course, his pants were still wet. So it seemed pointless to put the rest of his uniform on too. He sighed.

"Yeah, five," he replied, evenly. "Back in a minute." He scooped up his clothes and boots but left the sword. No use in carrying it back inside the hut.

They had a small store of water bottles from the compound and some water that was carried from the river. Zack rinsed off the remaining salt water and sand. He got dressed and headed back out to Roxas. He brought the gunblade with him.