He catches that glance, and has no problem holding out the pack for Soldat to take one. He's running a little low on his supply, but reordering is simple enough.

Beyond just the ice melting, the boat will have to wait for the lake to become safe enough, but hopefully the little glimmer of light in the water means whatever those awful things that ate his last little craft (and him) will be hesitant to come close enough to the surface to contact it. Spirits and light don't seem to mix well, at least sometimes. Lots to think on.

Including, apparently, fishing stocks. He frowns. "I guess we'll have to wait and see. If they don't come back, maybe eventually we can get some through the portal if there gets to be enough light here for things not to just die."

Like his poor, poor snail did when he first showed up here.