Krem jumped; he couldn't help but, after the beating he'd taken. His lip was split and there was a gash in one of his arms that had been bandaged, still needing to be tended to by a healer, but first and foremost all Krem wanted was to rest. He had been sitting on the edge of his bed, moving gingerly to remove his armor but leaving his chestplate in place. He sighed at Cole and fell back, immediately regretting the decision and giving a quiet groan then fumbling for the buckles holding his chestplate on.

"I'll fine, give me a moment," he muttered, grimacing as he sat back up and started to twist in place to be able to pull the armor off, finally letting it clang on the stones before flopping right back over, still in his leathers and mail. The dent in his chestplate would need to be hammered out before he could wear it again.

He finally registered the tiny mammal clinging to Cole, and he could only lift an eyebrow. "I see you've made a friend."