Magnus shrugs. "Galahad said he'd help me adjust back to sleeping inside if I need or want it, but honestly I kind of like being out there^*," he says. "When I first got here, I kept, like, going to that clearing to pray every day? To try and get my dad to, like, do anything?" He doesn't even bother trying to hide the implication beneath the words: that his dad, like all gods, is pretty useless. "And I guess I still do, but mostly at this point, it's, like -- me and mom would camp literally every weekend, and sometimes me and Alex go camping when we can get away from Valhalla or the Chase Space because he likes it, too. So it's, like. A little bit like celebrating my actual -- uh, my loved ones, staying out there, even though they can't be here. For various reasons."

*This is what we call foreshadowing!