Restless wasn't exactly the right word to describe how Godric felt about being stuck here in this village right now. If there was a word in any language he knew or kind of knew that could be the summation of grumpy, annoyed, bored, bonkers, mad with cabin fever, unimpressed, pressured, and frustrated, maybe that would work, but he couldn't think of anything that came even close. He was someone who brimmed and bubbled with energy, but having so few outlets for it, it was sort of like a distant humming in the back of his mind that was probably going to make him do something drastic to silence it.
The thing was, for as much as Godric did well with people, he spent as much time on his own. It was easier than feeling like an idiot every time someone spoke and mentioned another sixteen things he had never heard of, just added on to the list of inventions and whatnots that wouldn't exist for a thousand years as he reckoned. He'd stopped asking most people to explain the things they mentioned, and instead just took to nodding and pretending he understood. Better that than continue to spend each conversation flipping through a dictionary. At least the bloody language translated unless he countered the linguistic spell with another one.
He heard Rowena approaching before he saw her, glancing up and over as she attached her horse to one of the trees marking the border of his space. "No such thing," he shrugged. "I like it better here. Feels a bit more like home." For someone who had so vehemently left his place of birth and never looked back each time he traveled onwards, homesickness was an odd feeling for him. "What brings you here?" He gestured to a spot beside him on the logs which surrounded the crackling flames.