"People like that never mind much about just one soul, do they?"

For "people like that," read "humans."

In truth, though, Gilbert can't muster much contempt under the ironic tone he puts on then. For one, the slight tremble his voice has taken on makes it hard to carry off, and, for another, he's much too busy leaning himself up against Liir as soon as he settles down. Just shoulder to shoulder, though he inclines his head like he's considering resting it against him, too.

He's not particularly warm through his winter clothes, but it'll have to do.

"Mmn."