*Eleanor*
“This is so nice,” Thora says as we bring their things into the house. “The fire is bigger, and it’s just… different.”
“It gets colder here, and there’s more wind,” Anders tells her. “We build houses a little differently now. It will stay warm, though.”
She turns to me with a smile. I can tell what she’s thinking; there’s just more space.
An older woman enters the house, smiling at Thora. “It’s so nice to have you,” she tells her, glancing at Thorolf. “Is he your only one?”
“For now,” she tells her.
They talk for a moment, each introducing themselves. “What do you need? I know you could not bring everything with you.”
“Pots and buckets,” Thora tells her as she looks around. “And to know where to get water.”
“I can get those for you. What else?”
Erik steps forwa
