[Winter's attention is drawn by the finger. She reaches out with the tiny hand not holding onto the stuffed axe. She grasps Nico's finger with a feather-light touch. A pale faint light glows around her hand for a moment and Nico will feel something like a slight headache or a faint ache coming on. Ivar sees what's happening.] Winter... [He says in a warning tone. Winter looks up at her father with her pale red eyes. The glow fades away. The tenseness in Ivar's frame fades away.] She'll definitely do that.

And if nothing else, there's only-- [Ivar calculates the amount of time in his head they're required to stay here.] --four years and four months left of being here in a mandatory way.