Thorn (thinking): He’s out cold. Has he been sleeping lately?
Is he closer to the mine disaster than he wants to say? Or maybe there’s something else . . .
Maybe he’s working too hard. Working off a debt . . . I wonder what it was. I wonder how much he has left to pay. How much longer he’ll be at this. I wonder . . .
. . . if his skin is as soft as it looks . . .
. . . I wonder what the frell I’m doing.
Shoulder imp: No, touch him! Look at how pretty he is!
Shoulder faerie: Knock it off! Let the poor guy sleep!