For now at least. Squall carefully kept his gaze forward while not moving his right shoulder more than he needed to. His pack was still slung over his left and although it had been a few days since he and the others reached Cherrygrove after Firion and himself left the cave, Squall knew that the first thing he was going to do (when he was alone) was to take a shower and check out his injuries in private, making sure that none of them got infected.

Approaching the Warrior, Squall made a sweeping glance of the immediate surroundings. Unless his starter and dragon were in their balls, he didn't see them anywhere. The brunet frowned before shaking his head, he'll worry about them later. At least after he cleaned up.