"I'm a step up from sleeping on the ground," Thomas said, snickering and glancing down at the top of Krem's head. "That's certainly a new compliment."

It wasn't one that he even minded. He'd slept on the ground and he knew that anything, a balled up jacket, someone's arm, a patch of grass, anything, was more comfortable with that. He'd gotten spoiled in Darrow, having a bed and a couch and other things to laze around on.

"Do I get anything for being a good pillow? Pat on the back? Thumbs up?"