"A lot I've endured so long doesn't suit me but I'm well suited to adapt to whatever life I need to."

And he wants to believe that. He wants to believe there is little this place, or anywhere, can throw at him that Kaz Brekker can't endure. Even if he hates it. This place is already proving him openings that he is considering his options for. The possibility of the kind of things that were around Army outposts in their own world. Gambling dens were still popular. Casinos. All the things soldiers look at to bade their time.

But then all of that kind of just burns out of his brain as Inej leans in close to him.

Part of his mind wants to bolt. To pull away. A bit of worrying in his mind as he closes his eyes. It's Inej. He thinks about their last moments before they came to this place. He shifts to lean into her, ever so slightly so that his cheek brushes against hers.

His entire body fairly trembles making that step, holding his breath for the longest time as if to keep himself still as he draws in her scent, the warmth of her skin. It's the longest contact he's had with another person in nearly a decade.

"And who else am I going to be, Inej?"

He whispers the words in the lowest of voices.