Shared Misery

They were of one mind in that - that his only wish was to spend time with his beloved sister. He could hear from her words that hunting didn’t really appeal to her. He knew that it wasn’t where her strengths lay. Perhaps, they would have more fun doing something around the house, instead. Perhaps not drinking, or if so, only lightly. He didn’t need another alcohol-headache.

“Or… If there was anything you needed help with in the cottage, anything you need help to create? I’ve heard of such a thing as Lanterns. Have you ever seen them?” He had some metal tins… they could punch holes in them to let the light through, and make the tiniest fire put in its center, and hang them, with stones underneath to catch the flame should they ever fall… the thought swirled in his mind. He knew how much Io liked the light and warmth of their communal pit.