He was industrious, that was at least the impression that he had given her. Someone who was willing to work and make some sort of life here. That was a bit more appealing than a constant lamentation, not that she couldn't understand that feeling. But for someone who feared reflecting on the past, she preferred moving forward and making the most of what was in her control. That meant work, friendships and some measure of a home.

She glanced over the basket, having seen fish traps before but not really aware of how they worked. "Do you know how to repair it?" She asked, curious to watch. That might save her time later when her basket inevitably broke. "There are more quiet places at the river I could show you. There's a large patch of algae where a number of fish collect."