She spied him on his deck, the familiar sight of a box between his hands as he tore it open and found whatever the specters had decided to leave him. Having just received something as well, she could empathize with his confusion and suspicion. At her side was her puppy, a sheepdog, that had apparently been left for her the few days that she had been lost in the woods.

Whether or not it was coincidence, she couldn't say. However, she wouldn't reject the gift, having needed everything that had been inside the box (including the needles and thread).

"What did you receive?" She called out to Thorfinn, approaching his porch, her dog hurrying ahead.