The moment Sam had come back into the tent, Krem was alert, even if he didn't show it. He is learning to tell Sam apart from others by the way he moves, the sound of his footsteps particularly when he's approaching with something in mind. Sam moves with purpose when he has a reason to, he's learned.

He hasn't opened his eyes though, just letting Sam figure out what to do with himself. It's sweet, how thoughtful he's trying to be. Krem's head tilts some until his cheek is resting on his knee, a half-open eye on Sam.

"Thank you."