Týrr could pretend what he wanted but the truth would not be so easily buried. Where he had once been vital to the life of Duskfire Glacier he was expendable and had likely been replaced with another. It might have been little more than his need to believe that he was still needed, but nothing was the way it was meant to be regarding the Glacier, as far as Týrr cared. He was not so ignorant to believe that there was any reason for Malachi to accept him back, should he decide to return, especially with the knowledge that it would be Tuwawi's command and no one else's that Týrr would listen too. That was a headache, and in a way Týrr understood all the reasons why it would not, and should not logically happen. Given his current thoughts he felt like nothing less than a traitor, though he believed that there was nothing traitorous about his thoughts. After all, the Glacier belonged, rightfully, to Tuwawi — Týrr saw nothing wrong with shaking the fragile and unwelcome (to him) hierarchy they had going now to see the Sveijarn ember back in her rightful place.
Wandering thoughts were re-gathered, collected back up like pieces of a torn paper having been scattered to the wind, when the other broke the silence his greeting had left in it's wake, returning it. It appeared to the Rekkr that the female was heading in a different direction than him, towards the Glacier he suspected, and with the belief that old habits died hard, he felt the urge to protect his once home strike him fiercely. Still, being cordial was his nature, the nature in which Queen Quetzalcoatl had hammered within him. Diplomacy first, savagery second, though Ragnar and Floki had done their best to reverse the order of this many times in the lost Amazon Prince. Given recent events, Týrr was inclined, with disdain that is, to consider that the two Northmen might have actually succeeded. After all, there was hardly anything cordial about thoughts of usurping someone who had, maybe, stepped up only to save the Glacier though Týrr knew in his heart that Tuwawi would have never allowed her Glacier to fall to ruin (or hoped, rather).
Do you have business at the Glacier?
Týrr could not help but inquire, as he altered his course to mirror her own, though their affairs were not his business any longer. Yet, she did not know that, just as surely that Týrr himself did not know that he wouldn't play the part of belly scraping subordinate to rejoin the Glacier, with the ultimate goal of getting his way (or attempting to at any rate).
a crime so old as the sky and bone