"Am not," he argued, bringing his wrist up to look at it critically. The were bones protruding from the sides but everyone's wrists were like that. He'd put on weight since his arrival and while he'd turned most of that weight into muscle, he knew he was heavier than he had been. His clothes didn't sag on him and didn't make him look like he was about ten years old.

Thomas put his wrist next to hers, comparing the both of them. He pointed to his wrist and then to hers and the mimicked her quiet tsk, adding a waggle of his finger for good measure.

"You're thinner," he pointed out quietly.