God, how did Celes do this for hours at a time?

Caius found himself nearly falling asleep doing paperwork. After their rather... Emotional spat, Caius had acted on his planned offer to start switching up more with Celes. She had wanted to go adventuring more for a bit, and Caius, while this was a bit out of his element, was happy to oblige. This seemed like the best time to do so, so off she'd gone before long. Honestly, he kind of missed her company, as brief as it had been. Even if they had been arguing, he still didn't feel right when she wasn't around. But that was what it was. Feelings tied to something that he needed to push down. He had at least come to see her off, though. They hadn't spoken much. Business mostly. A bit about the note from before (It had been burned after the discussion), ideas thrown around about how to handle Provo. Celes would be going in first, while Caius held down the fort here. Upon her return, Caius would follow suit. Part of him wished he could have gone with her. They were at their best fighting together. But Celes could handle herself. Didn't stop him from worrying, but she had said herself that she didn't want to be someone he wanted to protect. He'd wished her well, in only a few words this time. Ensured he had the instructions right on handling the homefront, and then she was off.

And he was here.

The recruits were done for the day, which left Caius handling the job paperwork. With things getting too hot, he found himself at the desk without his armor. Not even the jacket, which was hung nearby in case of emergency. He wore a nice red shirt, with a collar and buttons, and a casual set of pants and shoes. He felt a lot lighter than he had in a very long time. It was weird. It didn't feel like him.

Hopefully eventually they could organize proper bases with people trained to help handle paperwork by city, but for now, it was on them. Things were still in the works, and it was going to be a long process, but hopefully eventually it would get easier. On the bright side, Caius was getting a bit better at his handwriting. It still wasn't great, but it was legible now. He didn't know how, but he could travel for miles without feeling an inch of fatigue. But sitting here? He felt like he could sleep for an entire day. He was pretty close to done though, then the question came of what to do then.

What -did- he do?

It was getting a little late to venture out. He did consider a patrol out to the Pale Coast to deal with the monsters there as it wasn't too far out, but perhaps that would wait for the morning. Perhaps he'd just... Head home. Curl up against Vordun with a book and fall asleep. Like a normal person. Somewhat. Silly Caius. Normal people didn't have dragons.

He loosed the hundredth yawn this evening. Almost done. Stretching his shoulders that felt more sore than they had felt in his entire life, his gaze moved to the mirror. No armor, no jacket, nice casual civilian clothes, hair tied back to keep out the heat...

It was weird.

It was really weird.