Whose A Heretic Now?

Dómari felt a surge of hope and confidence at Diarmuid's words. They were somewhere and they were ok. A pack called Yfir. Yfir, yfir, yfir. Ok, he had that memorized and he was going to ask everyone he ran into about it. Dóm nodded eagerly at Diarmuid's plan. "That sounds like a great idea! Who should we ask first?" He was practically shivering with the excitement of seeing his family again though for a moment he wondered if they could cover more ground if they split up. Dómari hesitated to suggest anything because he was afraid of being alone but if them splitting up meant a greater chance of finding his family then maybe it was worth a shot.

"Do… do you think we should split up?"