"In the days, maybe, I'll be storing up food downstairs in the galley for whenever we need to leave the island in a hurry. If there's anything like another blizzard, we'll be fucked on land, last time we couldn't stay in the house because there were too many holes in it."

He takes a seat on the corner beside Essek, eating the burger with his hands. No utensils here for fancy elves!

Fjord eyes him, taking in the soft smiles and naked interest in his maps.

"If we could sail home, where would you want to go?"