Personally Luka felt like Jayna was underestimating his abilities. He felt fine, yeah a little weak, maybe a little hot but certainly he knew he was strong enough to make it back to the wall. He didn’t think it a good idea to go back just yet because he still needed to stay close to receive treatment. At the moment he was just looking around the house, lost in taking it all in. He tried to remember his own house, but he couldn’t. It was all a frustrating blur to him. As it was he wasn’t really sure what most of this stuff was even supposed to be for.

Out beyond the wall the only shelter he had or needed was his den with Cade, which served its use fine. They usually ate their food fresh, since daemons had no problem digesting pretty much anything. His stomach wasn’t nearly as resilient but he’d learnt that he could eat the raw meat just fine. So the word ‘cook’ had absolutely no meaning to him whatsoever. In reality a lot of Jayna’s words made no sense to him. He had learnt all the words as a child, so knew they were words but connecting them to objects was something he struggled with.

As it was he left her to whatever she was doing as he explored her house, trailing his hands along many of the nameless objects. When he reached the front door he opened it and blinked slightly as sunlight streamed it. The outside world was still very white, though the snow around here had been padded down due to many feet walking over it. The village itself was even more interesting than the house. He had seen it many times from the wall, but it was different up close. Forgetting about his host the boy walked out into the open, eager to explore the place that was once his home.