Another laugh, this one startled appreciation. "We were children," Dain says, as though Tuo might have forgotten. "Using that as justification feels far too much like blackmail. Besides, a home like this deserves to be taken traveling, and I..." He looks around the lit candles and the wood stove. "... well, it needs more attention than I can give."

It's odd, remembering that there was a time in Dain's life when his future had been joyfully decided for him.

Meanwhile: tea. The journey through the pass may have been easier if Dain knew milk and tea was waiting at the end of it. "Yes please," he says as he moves slowly toward an open seat. This also brings him a little closer to the bird, who seems to take up residence inside the wagon with Tuo, and Dain carefully extends a hand to let the little creature inspect it. It's only polite to introduce oneself to all of one's hosts.