“I think that’s a wonderful choice, Ellie,” Anders tells me. “He will be a good Jarl.”
I nod and smile, setting my trap in the water and flipping a rock to find some worms. I luck out and find one and pick it up to place it inside.
“So what are you doing?” he asks with a small chuckle.
“Catching a fish,” I tell him confidently, though I’m going to feel like a fool if it doesn’t work this time. “I’ve done it twice now and both times I caught one.”
He smirks. “You won’t let me take care of the hunting?”
“It’s fishing,” I remind him. “Is that really considered hunting? Besides, I caught a few rabbits while you were gone, too.”
“Well,” he says, acting hurt, but I can tell he’s not. “You don’t even need me.”
“Oh, no,” I tell him, moving to his lap to straddle him. I wrap my arms
