There is a horse to do the dragging for him. That makes things much easier.

Tuo gives Dain his space to reminisce, and moves nimbly about his home's interior lighting a few more candles and opening a small window to allow Alvi back inside. (A magpie could conceivably make a nest for himself out in the wilderness, but Alvi has grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle and won't give it up for any reason.) He kindles a small fire in the wood-burning stove affixed to one of the wagon's walls, and then places a kettle above it to warm.

"I don't think I ever want to leave."

He turns then, reaching up to carefully unwind his head scarf from around his head, and watches Dain in profile for a silent moment, his expression hovering somewhere between affection and melancholy. As is his custom, he adopts humour instead, and smiles blithely. "Well we were affianced, once upon a time," he reminds Dain with an artful flourish of one hand. "I suppose a chieftain might judge that you have a claim to whatever is mine. Do you take milk?" This, referring to the tea, of course. He lifts up a little tin of the stuff, eyebrows arched.