“Technically. But irrigating fields is so boring.”
The younger nodded. “And all I can do is make wind not mess up my hair. Practically useless.” She sighed happily. “But not with him.”
“Farming,” the elder said. The younger nodded as well.
“Oh, it was dreadful,” the elder said. “Constant fear of poverty and starvation, never guaranteed tomorrow. But here, we’re safe, clean, fed and… cared for.”
The younger giggled.
Felicity hugged back. “Aela… if something came with the chance of losing you, I wouldn’t want to risk it. But this… Something‘s going on, and I think we need to go back.”