"But I was already on the roof."

Cole moved so he sat next to the injured spot, resting his hand on it lightly and chasing down the pain. The little cracks that made it hurt, the aggravation through the muscles and tendons. He felt them in his own body instead, aching with the hurt and letting his body have it instead. He was a spirit, his flesh was easy to ignore and it would let Krem rest better.

"Sleep," he whispered. "I'll keep it away for the night."