Theo hummed a happy little sound at Zach's reassurance that his precious thestrals would be back soon, quieting at the question.
"Hmm, Greg's head?" he asked somewhat drowsily. He yawned and stretched a little, smiling at Zach in a way that was a little too knifelike to be entirely innocent, too unadulterated to be cynical. "He says they won't come for us here. That we're safe."
He righted himself suddenly and stretched out from his place at the side of the bed to reach for Zach, and his voice when it came was hushed and wary. "Do you think we're safe? Really? Do you really think we're safe?" He was insistent, incredulous, but he relaxed again in the next moment, almost drained of the energy that had allowed him to stretch over the bed. "Big hands, big heart here, good touches, warm, good, don't have to, don't HAVE to, or eat."