Sonny doesn't feel like he does much of anything anymore, let alone any kind of community project. That's not exactly true — he keeps the church tidy, he helps out at the inn, he helps tend to the crops. He still smiles and encourages and reaches out to befriend everyone he's come across, offer a hand wherever it's needed. But it's like he's only going through the motions, the corners of his smile hard and plastic.

That's what he gives Kira now, a half-fake smile the only thing he can really muster. He hates this rut he's stuck in — months ago, he would've jumped at the idea of some kind of starter house for the village, eager to help however it was needed.

"That's a great idea," he says, moving to examine a piece of furniture in the lawn, running a hand over its hideously printed upholstery. "Might give people a softer landing here."