Stone Circle Bein veiði

Her eyes went wide as he chuckled and explained about being bilingual, about learning something called Norwegian. That had to be another language, right? She wondered if her own language had a name too, and what she would name it if she were to choose. Jimothy, probably. It seemed fitting.
She was about to ask about the names of other languages, but then he mentioned Bjarna, and her expression went soft and warm. Bjarna is great, The girl agreed, so distracted by thoughts of the pale girl that she failed to notice his expression at first. She helped me...
But then she noticed he was frowning, and her words trailed off. Had she said something wrong? He'd seemed so kind, like Bjarna and Lestan, it felt safe to ask him things like this — but maybe she was mistaken.
Or maybe not. His voice was still kind when he spoke again; he almost reminded her of her father, before the incident. And he was thorough in his explanations; he put things into words that she had suspected, but hadn't truly known.
Oh. Thank you for explaining. So... what am I supposed to do here? To be useful? I was a raindancer back home, but I don't think that would be helpful here. Not with all this weird cold water around... She scuffed at the snow with a paw, looking bemused. I was going to be a healer, but I... I don't think I can do that anymore.