"How can I help people if I'm stuck in one room?!" He was starting to pout. Possibly work himself into a sulk of not being allowed to run himself ragged and into further injury to help others.

"I didn't even know Cole slept," Cadash murmured. "Try and get him to rest. I'll consider it a minor miracle if you manage to get him clean as well."

"We packed my head with snow!"

"Miracle," Cadash muttered, stomping off in the direction of her rooms.