You don't recognise the hut you wake up in, nor the man who meets your gaze when you do. His skin is pale, his beard is full and half his face is covered in a red tattoo that crosses over his eye. This must be the boy's father? You're wrapped up in fur cloaks, and the injury you received while saving the boy's life has been patched up. His eyes stay on yours in silence for a few seconds, and when he speaks is voice is low and gruff. How are you feeling.