Krem shakes his head some. "Don't worry about it. 's easy to get me back up, not your fault." He yawns, grinding his knuckle into his eye and sitting up to face Sam a little more fully. At the sight of the clothes he'd fetched, Krem sighs and reaches for the thick tunic, dragging it in under the blanket with him to pull it on.

"You should sleep soon," he pointed out as soon as he emerged, pulling the sleeves down and hunching to keep his chest from being prominent. His arms cross and he reaches a foot out to kick at Sam's knee. "If you stay in here, let Lady Adelaide know. She'll most likely be concerned."