“You want to leave?” Yngvar asked incredulously. His shoulders fell slightly at the news.

He had endured the endless swooning that his best friend made over some elf or Valanian — he didn't remember, though it was all the same to him anyways — but this was… different. He didn’t expect them to actually want to… leave.

“Why? This is our home,” he insisted, gesturing to the ship. It wasn’t. Their home was overrun by the very people his friend was running to. They could never go home. So why were they trying?