"Thank you for the hand cream," Adam said, as he watched Ronan search through his trunk. He itched to unpack it and see to mending Ronan's wardrobe, but as long as Ronan was insisting he serve as companion, it was much harder to get his work done. "I appreciate it very much."

He fidgeted, thumb brushing over the back of his hand. The skin was still red and chapped, dry enough that the soothing cream stung when he applied it.

"Thank you," Adam said, eyes widening slightly. It was perfectly normal for nobles to pass off their old clothes to their servants, and Adam had often worn Ronan's cast-offs when Ronan outgrew them.

The coat fit him well, though it was too loose. Adam's brow furrowed slightly, suspicious. "Wouldn't it have been too tight on you?" he asked. It might fit Adam well if he continued eating the way he did with Ronan, but Ronan's shoulders were significantly broader.