Hope he knows what a dance is better than what counts for a ladder. [A distinct undercurrent of what a tit in ya boy's voice at that.] That whole...thing okay?

[Thranduil basically being his stepfather somehow through his lady is all about the relationship Yngvi's honestly equipped for but he'll try. For Kit.]

Sorry. [Croaked out, almost lost in the shame of dragging people in, of dragging Kit into this to see the dead because oh you can always salvage the Carta, you can always get Yngvi's lot out. They couldn't look at him when they were out. Not a word since they got back to Kirkwall save Einar's praise. It fills up the rotten hollow places.

Sometimes you'll drink foul water and eat spoiled meat because for a little while you're not hungry.] Stupid, it was- should've said no, hired people, waited for them to get here if I'd said they'd be here and--

[His chest is tight. Einar wouldn't have said well done my boy if he hadn't. Curling forward doesn't disguise the angry red of his ears.]