"I'm sure the Inquisitor and the other elves will appreciate you helping the halla," Krem murmured, his eyes falling half-closed even as he looked over at the tray left there within reach. His brows arched up and he leaned forward, pulling part of the bread off, smiling faintly at the warmth still radiating from the inside of it. He smeared a portion of it with the butter and another with the jam, then mashed them together and took a bite out of them, waking up more with the taste of it.

Scooting over on his bed, he nodded over to the empty space next to him in silent invitation. No reason to stay perched there on his chest of drawers. "I suppose it would be silly of me to ask if you got bored wandering around in the night."