He grinned rather proud at Bee as he displayed his food. He hadn’t cooked since he were a boy too small to help the men in the field, and even then it was only helping the women in the long house. However, charring rabbit had been something his brother had shown him how to do on camping trips, and boiling carrots as well. It translated well to the lamb and vegetables in front of them now, he thought. His eyes lit up at the promise of honey cakes, no matter the sweets he’d sampled here, honey cakes would always be his favorite because of his connection to home.
Vogg, though not always tactful or intelligent, was observant. It was part of what made his sword quicker, seeing the slight movement of a person to predict what they would do next. He frowned slightly, when Bee teared up. He wasn’t the type of person who gave hugs often, but there were times, he realized that called for it, and now was one of them. He pulled his friend close, gentle of her soreness, and for a second placed his chin on the top of her head.
“Times are hard now, yes. And the village seems naught but a ghost of itself. But we will be okay. People will return, and we will forge new connections, and new hopes, and things will be how they should have always been.” Vogg did not necessarily believe that, because he couldn’t even imagine how he would reforge friendships with people like Jasper or Minerva only to have them ripped from him again. He only wanted to replenish hope in his friend.
With a quick squeeze, he was on his feet. “Help yourself, I will grab the ale.”