Thorfinn smiled once more once Gilbert relax into his touch. As one who never had a pet, he always found animal companions to be a sweet idea. He didn't think he was the type of man who needed a pet though, so he just liked to play with other's animals. He knew if push came to shove he'd eat his pet or sacrifice it if things ever got bad enough, thus he didn't want to open that world of pain to himself.

"...I...I am not sure Margaery." he admitted, even looking a little concerned. "I am to look for iron today, and cut more wood for the winter coming. Very busy." He admitted, then sighed. "But... I could push it off. It's a lot of work. We might be best asking Mark for part of his field... but it is also late, wintersnight approaches." he moved his hands trying to explain. He pushed himself to stand and motioned her to follow as he walked around the yard. The backyard almost looked fenced from the way he stacked the wood about waist height. Beyond the back yard was the inn in the distance perfectly seen. He looked towards the woods then and back to Margaery. "Ríða, A week sooner and this wouldn't be hard." he wasn't sure she was strong enough to help clear the land but he wasn't about to say that. "We try. if ground is already hard we have no point in doing so. Your fruits though, those can't grow in winter. Ask Mark for those he may have ideas. I know wheat."