You really must be recovering, if you're that far. [Sorrel lights up at the idea. No more pain, no more soothing unnecessary bruises every evening, and... and Adasse could be happy and free as he ought to be, climbing around like the bloody stupid squirrel he is.] That's so good, vhenan. And here's me, still getting out of breath on the stairs sometimes. I ought to learn to work as hard, so I can be as well-fit as you.

[Sorrel did not smirk. He meant to, but wickedness turned the expression, very decidedly, into a grin.]

...Steal something, then.

[Let it never be said he doesn't know better. Not that it ever stops him.]