It's been a few days since their trip to the Ottoman Empire. Him, Greece, Aang, and Damian. Among the four of them, Egypt spoke about the incident. He said very little, didn't share every bit of doubt or sadness, but his friends (old and new) should be able to take what they can get from him. To other cadets (and for now, even his own roommate), he hasn't said a thing. if no one else experienced the strange time travel memory warp, he doesn't want to draw attention to himself by asking questions.

Egypt is exiting the infirmary, rolling his left shoulder and letting his posture ease up as he heads back to the dorms. The sword slash at his arm has fully healed by now, which is great. It was jarring to have it return with him, unsettling, but he dealt. One less piece of the past to haunt him after dark. Tonight he should be able to sleep better.