Gathering firewood margu giggles as she watches you struggle to stack a few logs onto the sled, her bright blue eyes twinkling with amusement. With a bright, encouraging smile, she steps forward and helps, her small hands surprisingly steady. “Báhcit, báhcit!” she cheers, nodding approvingly as if to say, Good, good! Then, pointing toward the sky, she adds, “Beaivváš guorrá, lohpi eai váru!” (The sun is hungry, night won’t wait!) Though her words are in Sámi, her meaning is clear. Tugging on your sleeve, she grins and exclaims, “Mana mana, hui buorre!” (Come, come, very good!), eager to share another moment of joy.