It's not your floor you're dripping on. [Kaz doesn't actually care about his floor, he cares about her being comfortable and not getting sick. He doesn't know how to say that though, so pushing her to go get changed in a more brusque manner it is.] You should get changed, Inej. There's no point in going around in wet clothing when you don't have to.

[There's a hardness to Kaz's default gaze, years older than his actual age, glaciers that somehow contain blazing fires beneath them. It's only on rare occasion that they crack and weariness is allowed to seep through. His mind is constantly moving, but it's as much trying to escape the past as it is planning for the future. Inej's frank observation doesn't sound like a compliment, as usual brushing past his bravado.

An anchor that tries to ground him in the present. He doesn't miss the irony that it's a shadow that holds this weight with him.

Miles to go. Always.

[His voice is quieter, though no less rough thanks to the raspy nature of it.]

Get dry. I have to get going, anyway. I'll let you know when I'm coming back.