Weight on my chest

Áskell watched the woman as she stated that she was fine then elaborated that a friend of hers was gone. He nodded somberly. That made sense. He didn't really have any friends but he would be sad if his brother suddenly disappeared, even if his brother could be annoying at times.

"Well, maybe you'll see them again some time. Do you want to play with some clay and feathers? Well, not play. I'm making stuff!" He looked to the magpie. "What am I making again, a quill?" The bird shook its head. "No, no, a clay spearhead and we will make fletching for a dart out of the feathers. I'll get a stick!"

The bird flew off and Áskell got back to work on the clay. Well, if he only needed enough for a spearhead there'd be plenty enough for the woman. He patted the clay flay with his paw so he could cut out a shape when Kári returned. "So, what's your friend like? What's their name?"

Áskell picked up one of the feathers and started trying to chew down the middle of the quill so there'd be some fletching for the dart.