"How dare you suggest I don't have respectable stamina," Obi-Wan answers, though he's smiling as he speaks, watching Klaus stretch. "We ought to eat, however, because otherwise we may both just pass out from exertion."

It would be a lovely way to go, he thinks.

"Come," he says, rolling away with a soft groan and then stretching as well, arms overhead. "Let's find something to eat. Then perhaps we can clean up a little. Or would you prefer the other way around?"