Of course, Vol's men were even more exhausted than Nolan's, but as Vol spoke of them as such, a fierce pride decorated their faces. They'd survived, after all, and they had every right to be proud. Vol encouraged that emotion, for he too was proud of them.
Those men of his that had been lying down struggled to sit more upright, righting their clothing and their weapons belts, and ensuring that they had their axes with them. With the prospect of a mission ahead, and needing to look good in front of the new number, they put on a false impression of preparedness.
