[ Arenvald is all too glad to provide company if someone needs it – he knew loneliness when it was at its darkest, its biggest and coldest, and so he strives to make sure no one else has to experience that, even to a lesser degree.

And, well, he does enjoy Connor’s company. Their friendship came together quickly, and he very much treasures it. The other’s presence to be a bright spot all its own. ]

Me? I went with some others to set the pins around the Storm. Not half as dangerous as what you went through, but the wind sure was nasty.

[ His armor kept most of his safe, it’s true, but he’s got a nice scratch on one cheek. An angry red line carved through his usual white warpaint. ]