Krem hummed softly. It was a curious way of thinking of it. He was, as he saw it, the curious outlier of the three of them, a city-boy born and raised who had no place living this far away from an urban center. His skill with cloth was one thing, but he was inept with anything leading up to handling it.

There was something about that, making use, that sat strangely in his chest. He kissed the words out of Gannicus's mouth.

"We'd keep you even if you lazed about," he finally teased.