Krem grumbled a little bit at both of them suddenly fussing. The armor fit well enough for the moment. But he would hand it over, certainly. More than likely to Bull, simply because he'd worked it out for him a time or two before, more than for any other reason.

Until now, there'd been little reason to worry about growing too broad for his armor. He wasn't using it. He'd patched it up, from his arrival, and that was that. Now, though, he might need to have it reworked. If it could be done at all, in Darrow, they would figure it out.

"I'll manage it tonight, at least," he said. "As long as no damnable rodents come at me. Are we going, or not?"