"Who knows what will happen? Besides, if people take back parts of the forest and abandoned city like they keep talking about, some of those here might move there. And then they'll definitely need protection while the fences get set up and run right." Ivar always likes to plan for the worst and...well, he doesn't expect the best, he just expects things to always get even worse.

When Rey puts her hand up, Ivar, on an impulse, pushes his hand forward. Their fingers touch together. It's like having an electric shock run through him. Ivar lets his fingers stay there for a moment or two before he pulls them away with no small part of reluctance. He's confused as to why he feels like this. The last person he got a jolt from being near like this was Marco. But...he doesn't feel the same way about Rey as he does about Marco...does he?

He busies himself by fiddling around with his present, setting it on the nightstand. Suddenly, he feels all awkward. "Thank you again for the gifts. I'm sure Winter is going to love the little stars."