"Mmh. The cold?" he asked, given the delivery of firewood. He followed her to the chair, grateful that the cottage had a high ceiling except for beneath the loft, and settled into it with a slight shake of his head. "I have not," he admitted on the subject of food. There was a moment of hesitation as he tilted his head at her in silent inquiry as to whether she was inviting him to serve himself; to each their own expectations of friends and guests, and it was better to ask before risking unintentional offense. "It took longer to free the sled than anticipated."
He took the time while Maea set the table to examine the strands of greenery that adorned the other chairs, curious as he ran his fingers lightly over the slightly prickly needles of the evergreen boughs. Her return drew his eyes back to her, however, amusement glinting in their depths. "Hmm. It was farther out than I expected," he admitted. "But worth the walk. Have you met a young man named Zavien?"
He took the time while Maea set the table to examine the strands of greenery that adorned the other chairs, curious as he ran his fingers lightly over the slightly prickly needles of the evergreen boughs. Her return drew his eyes back to her, however, amusement glinting in their depths. "Hmm. It was farther out than I expected," he admitted. "But worth the walk. Have you met a young man named Zavien?"
