“Huh,” Kaladin said. “Did he seem odd to you?” “You all seem odd to me,” Syl said lightly. “Everyone but Rock, who is a complete gentleman.” “He thinks you’re a god. You shouldn’t encourage him.” “Why not? I am a god.” He turned his head, looking at her flatly as she sat on his shoulder. “Syl . . .” “What? I am!” She grinned and held up her fingers, as if pinching something very small. “A little piece of one. Very, very little. You have permission to bow to me now.” “Kind of hard to do when you’re sitting on my shoulder,” he mumbled.
