“Tell me honestly,” Adolin said. “With an oath, Kaladin. Tell me that you should be left alone tonight. Swear it to me.” Adolin held his gaze. Kaladin tried to form the words, and felt of the ten fools when he couldn’t get them out. He definitely shouldn’t be alone right now. “Storm you,” Kaladin said. “Ha,” Adolin said, tugging him by the arm. “Come on, Brightlord Master Highmarshal Stormface. Change your coat to one that doesn’t smell like smoke, then come with me. You don’t have to smile. You don’t have to talk. But if you’re going to be miserable, you might as well do it with friends.”
