"No, they would travel more than you. Easier to find, if you stand still." Wilhelm grumbled the words, not quite sure if he was agreeing with Hap, or disagreeing. He'd forgotten the point when he started speaking, but it mattered, nonetheless, that the words were said. Because whether or not they were affirmation or negation, they would be something more for the little creature to learn, and knowledge was important. The troll, however, hadn't the capacity to think the same for himself just now, so he did not mind that the conversation was flowing past him and not sticking well. 

After another moment, the large creature shook his head slowly and let out a chuckle that grated as though a rockslide had begun around them. "Be careful who you offer home to, little one. The word is more than walls and roof. Home is shelter. Within and without, in a den, in a mind, in a heart." He was quiet for another moment, and his next words had no secondary growl beneath them, they were empty of any meaning beyond what Wilhelm understood as obvious and painful. "My home... She moved on. The tree was empty without her."

And had been for too many seasons before he was ready to start his last walk that never ended. 

Wilhelm's eyes closed, and he lay thus for a while until Hap invited him back into conversation. He thought he'd made peace with that old pain until a light on a sledge made him alive again. And hurting. He snorted at the scent that drifted under his nose and opened an eye a crack to stare at the offered bottle. The question confused him. He did drink, yes, but Hap had seen that already and should not need to question the fact. But the bottle smelled like the rotting fruits they gathered when a moment needed to be lessened,or celebrated. So, he reached for it, letting the question lie, and accepted the offering. He took a small swallow, which, compared with Hap might well have been a large gulp, and let the slow flavour slide its way down his throat before dragging his arm and the bottle back towards Hap. The effort of lifting it seemed unnecessary. "You are kind, but what tree bore that fruit?" He did not recognise the flavour.