Tuck looked relieved as he relaxed back against the wall. He groaned a little, letting his head rest as if it was heavy to hold up. "Thank you," he said, sounding both humbled and grateful. He sighed and looked at his hands, "have they been feeding you porridge?" It had actually been Tuck's idea, but he was going to keep that silent. It was both tasteless if made simply, and the memories it would bring back were of them together, fighting against the sheriff.