It is a job, Wrench signs back immediately. There's a defensive spark in those words. He manages to keep the emotion off his face, but it's there in his mind like a shield. Like he might be able to needle Wanda into agreement if he bickers with her just enough. Tell a handyman that he doesn't have a real job and see where that gets you.

Is that what he wants to consider himself? A handyman? Maybe here in Solvunn where work is plentiful and easy. Wrench is just as happy to mend a fence or lay a foundation for a home as he is to skin animals and process their pelts. True that he's mostly done all of what surrounds them for his own benefit so far, but that's good, right? It means he's not taking from anyone else.

He's glad when Wanda shifts the focus back around, though the words she conjures leave plenty for him to wonder after. He wants to push at her a little bit in return. Her brother steals, but never her? It edges the corner of his lips into a faint smile to think about her staying innocent in all of it.

But the smile fades away quickly when she shares more telepathically.

Maybe I'll make snow in my Horizon. We can introduce some of the summoned to sledding.

How did you get out? Did you leave your country in the end?