Fjorm's eyes light up when she sees the archery stand, flanked by shelves of plush dolls and bright balloons. "Oh, how delightful! That one looks like Feh. Would you like one?"

Laevatein frowns, just slightly. "... Why?"

Fjorm tests the weight of an arrow. "I think you would look very cute with one. Have you never had a doll before?"

Before, all Laevatein had was a sparse bedroom and Laevatein's cold sheath. Whenever Fjorm spoke of her childhood memories of sneaking into Gunnthra's room after a nightmare, or letting Ylgr into hers, Laevatein could never relate. She wonders now, if Laegjarn would have let her if she had tried?

At any rate, Fjorm always looks sad when she mentions anything like that. And she doesn't like to see Fjorm look sad.

"No," she says, after maybe her silence has stretched too long.

Fjorm nods decisively. "In that case, I shall win you one now. Which one would you like?"

She shrugs and points at the one that Fjorm had singled out earlier. "That one."

She doesn't really mind, honestly. One soft toy is the same as the next. But Fjorm beams at her before turning to the stall once more. In a single smooth motion, she nocks the arrow and takes aim at the clusters of little balloons pinned to the back wall. "Then Feh you shall have!"