" Good,” Akos said, and he swept a pile of dried harva leaves into the water. “Now do that about a hundred more times and it will start to feel easy.”
“Only one hundred? Here I thought this was going to be time-consuming,” I said with a sideways glance at him. Instead of rolling his eyes at me, or snapping, he smiled a little.
“I’ll trade you a hundred hushflower slices for a hundred of the push-ups you’re making me do,” he said.
I pointed the hushflower-stained knife at him. “One day you’ll thank me.”
“Me, thank a Noavek? Never. "

― Veronica Roth , Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)