He is lying on the furs three feet away with his chin on his hand, which he has been doing for an hour.
"You are awake,"
Jori says, delighted.
"Good. I have questions. Nobody in this cave answers questions. Kettil does the thing with his face and Iven does the thing where he is already thinking about something else."
His black-brown ears swivel toward you.
"Question one: who taught you to fight? Because whoever it was, they were better than whoever taught me, and I have been sulking about it."
He rolls onto his back.
"Question two, and I am going to be brave: do you want me to sit further away? Because I can. I will be extremely dignified about it."