[He started to head towards the carriage, trying to lift the others spirits somehow. That had ever been Rex’s forte rather than his own, and the lack of his presence was desperately missed, but perhaps he could still make an attempt in his stead. They were both soldiers, and there was no shortage of shared experiences they had no doubt suffered… particularly regarding food.]

Better than rations at the very least. My brother always used to say that “you could take a piss in the tin and it still wouldn’t taste worse than it had before.”

[Once they got to the carriage, he opened the door to let Jullus in, then followed in after himself.]

As vulgar as it is, I still can’t say with any confidence that he was wrong.