"I know everything!" Una answers without looking over her shoulder, splashing the front of her shirt with soapy bubbles. Thor raises his eyebrows but doesn't argue. What will it hurt?

Agnarr nods and sits quietly, in stark contrast to Eindrid's irrepressible wriggles. From the living room, there are quiet sounds of colorful cartoons and a toddler's giggles, more sounds of domesticity that this house has not seen for a long time.

When Amelia is done, Agnarr carefully explores the braids with fingers that delicately brush over her handiwork, even before she shows him the photo. There's a look on his face that says he's thinking of something sad, but he nods, and signs thank you before reaching up to touch them again.