Two Rivers Isle her own kimchi recipe

Water on grass in morning, he repeated silently to himself, thinking. He imagined the Isle with beautiful green grasses shooting up through dark soil. In a few more months, the hills and forest would be beautiful. Dew? he offered. Dew collects on plants in the early morning, before the sun evaporates it all. He smiled. It's a beautiful name. Indeed, the sun glinting off the wet grass and bushes was beautiful in the morning. When everything wasn't covered with snow, that is.

She taught him the word for hunt, and he repeated it dutifully back to her: Sahn-yahng. Immediately, in his head, he repeated the word for wolf so he would not forget it. Neugdae.

'... And danger, danger is...' Suddenly Iseul looked glanced away, looking markedly embarrassed, covering her face in a way that reminded Ulrich of Adylaide. 'What... What does danger mean?'

Ulrich immediately felt horrible for making Iseul feel embarrassed, even though it was obviously not his fault. It--It's all right, he said, quickly, wanting to hug her, wanting to hide her from the entire world so that she could be embarrassed away from prying eyes. He knew how she felt, or close to it, for embarrassment and anxiety could be quite similar. Danger is... He furrowed his brow. How was he meant to explain it? Like, if a rival pack came to the Isle and attacked us, or if a bear came snooping around. Or if someone fell in the river and was swept away. That is danger. Danger means something bad or harmful could happen. The whole time he explained the meaning, he kept his eyes firmly away from her, trying to give her time to recover her composure.