"Horses and hawks," he shrugs, taking a knife from his pocket to mark a few places in the wood.

"Both of which, of course, are rather unavailable on the train. Music, but until the new car arrived I would have had to pester my aunt for my cousin's harp."

Which, really, always felt a bit uncomfortable. Even if Nerdanel would never hold it against him.

"And I enjoy woodworking; I made my own bows at home, when practical."