Mount Apikuni the mind of a child

How old am I?

Thorleif didn't know how to respond.  He glanced around nervously.  Old?  Me?  He couldn't comprehend the concept.  What did time have to do with him?  Perhaps it had a connection to finding half eaten fish.  Or maybe it was in connection with the shrinking stones.

Still, Thorleif could not come up with an answer that he felt would satisfy Grezig.  He turned back to her and opened his mouth:  "I...  days...  uh... ha ha...  you know...  the sun.  Uh.  Moon.  Uh... days..." 

Thorleif stammered out his reply.  It didn't sound good, but perhaps he put enough words in to make it seem deep in meaning.  Thorleif hoped it would suffice.  It probably wouldn't.