Alistair let his arm rest around Zev since he was so close. And it was... It was nice to have contact that didn't involve exchanging money for bread or being pointed which way to go to earn his supper. To just be touched. Treated like a person.

Novel.

Sad that it was novel.

"...Real beds around here, even?" he asked. "I mean, I'm not picky anymore. I'll take a floor and a blanket."