"Yeah, he bursts into flame and everything. He hasn't turned to ashes but he's not even a year old. Seems like they take centuries to hit that point. Or eons. His mother is the sun in this reality." Ember reaches over to preen his dark hair and he lets the bird do it. He rubs under his feathered friend's chin and smiles slightly at the soft croon he gets in reply.

"We can figure something out. It's getting the supplies and probably a stone floor for the cottage. I have a lot of stories saved up I could trade in for it." Anything to help out the team. "We can check out the house and get a better feel for it later. Maybe enlist some help."