"Our egos can take turns," he assured her. He kept her arm wrapped in his, tapping her hand briefly with his own, reminding himself that she was there now. "For a bit. There was a village before this one too," he explained. "Apparently I was there, but not long enough to make any real impression. Perhaps that is a good thing?" He thought about other versions of him in the village sometimes. Older might be all right, but definitely not his younger self. He cringed just thinking about that version meeting his children.