"Should think of yourself a little more," Krem pointed out, making a face at him then sitting up, gritting his teeth hard but keeping himself from letting out any pained sounds. He shuffled around Cole's back, and before he could argue, he ran a hand down Cole's spine (too knobbly, too protruding, not healthy) then pressed his knuckles in, seized his shoulder and jinked him back just hard enough to get a chorus of pops from the length of his spine. That would help alleviate the ache some and make it easier to move, at least.