Homesickness isn't what drove him to the mountains, all those months past. He knows what true homesickness feels like.
Folding his arms, he keeps his gaze resolutely anywhere but the on the stone-gray sky overhead. Baldur's the closest, and so within a matter of moments, his attention lands on him.
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Homesickness isn't what drove him to the mountains, all those months past. He knows what true homesickness feels like.
Folding his arms, he keeps his gaze resolutely anywhere but the on the stone-gray sky overhead. Baldur's the closest, and so within a matter of moments, his attention lands on him.
"How's Hel?"