The Tangle cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

And you,

He can be polite, he convinces himself. Politics are not his position (more suited for Avi, or even Tulimaq, he thinks) but he is not an utter savage.

I sought a glimpse of places away from home. Scouting, I suppose. A soft roll of his shoulders. Although she had disarmed him some, he cannot find it in himself to give everything away. To speak of the death of one of his own, to show fear in shrinking numbers.

She cannot know of these things. At least not yet, he thinks.

I don't know anything of any islands... An invitation for her to tell him more, if she so wishes.