Shrugging off his trying to distract himself, Sindre sat down beside her, shoving aside a small basket of trinkets with his toes so he had room, twirling his own hair with wide eyes. "Yeah, I love this place, it's the happiest, most comfy home. It's a home, too, not just a house. Houses are all over, it's hard to find a home. You were going to tell me what you were thinking, I think." He had selective memory for things most of the time, but he'd been holding on to that one with an ironclad grip, not wanting to forget why they were there.