He had trained with his old daggers to a deadly point. He had always been armed, always been ready for an attack or to handle whatever Askeladd threw his way. He had been allowed only cheap blades to get his work done, and axes. He felt right once again having a proper knife. Even if it was not so much to his liking it worked, and that was what mattered.

"I help. I hunt." simple sentences, simple words Jo had taught him.

He scrunched his face a little trying to figure it out, but he realizes at least what she met when she spoke sun and tapped the other side. His eyes widened at that. Where was she from? "Opposite." It was harder on him than some words.

He motioned to himself again with the knife this time no fear. "Iceland." He motioned to her, so curious where the sun would cast different.