[That gets another little laugh out of him.] Then we will find something to do with it. Perhaps after five years of spring we will have enough to felt.

[Iskierka, however, seems more enthusiastic about the offer. She tips her head the other way, bobs it, then carols cheerfully at Nehan in encouragement.

Illarion tips his head like he could look sidelong at her, one eyebrow raised in what might be surprise.]

Or perhaps she will make a nest again.

[He wasn't expecting that.]