"Well, you know." He shrugs and resumes eating. "Even before the untimely eviction, kinda got used to dirt floors and leaky tents. Archaeology isn't the most comfortable work out there." Daniel's probably done some sort of irreparable damage to his back at this point, all the hard, rocky surfaces he's curled up on. At least he won't have to worry about that anymore.

The thought is still distantly sobering even before what he's just said catches up to him. Daniel swallows hard and stares at his chicken without seeing it, appetite suddenly reduced.