"Eg mun koma," Kate repeats, when he is back. It's only fair, she thinks. She also thinks that Thorfinn Thorsson is relaxing to be around, and that she is lonely. She can reach out with more than lessons. Hopefully.

"Welcome back."

She's actually impressed he's put together the word with its two meanings, anatomy and direction. He's sharp.

"What are you making?" She asks then, nodding her head towards his knife and wood. This is reassuring, too, that he knows how to carve things, that he can. That he is taking the initiative too.