Moonsong Glacier the place I want to be is somewhere in your heart

Her lips quirked in a small smile as he described his father. What struck her most was how different he seemed from her own father. Where hers had left to hunt, there had always been the unspoken promise that he would return swiftly to a warm hearth. His, it seemed, was quite the opposite. 

Ulloriaq's expression remained pensive. "For your sake, may he stick around for a while longer, then. But I will not expect much." Quite selfishly, she hoped that Dutch had taken more after his mother than father and was not the flighty kind. So far, that theory had been proven true.

The more information she knew about Sulukinak, the more apprehensive she felt about the shadow woman. The Everdark; she had heard tales of such a place. None of them had been good. "I would like to speak with her most, I think," she confessed, keen to see what the northwoman's own story was and if, perhaps, it differed from her understanding. "Though, I will meet with them all. Newcomers and old faces." 

His next words very nearly brought tears to her eyes. If she had known - back then - maybe she could have persuaded him-? She shook her head. "Ay, that is all that matters now. I would not have wanted you to see what I saw."