Will nodded, and an image came to mind, Sabine and three other women cooking together, laughing and enjoying each other's company, finding comfort in sharing in the others' presence.

"I fish," Will told Sabine, thinking of his own escape, the place he would go when he needed clarity. "Or I used to," he amended with a soft laugh. There had been a river in Darrow, but somehow Will had never gotten there, and of course there wasn't a way to indulge in that particular hobby here on Sanctuary, at least not outside the meditative kind he engaged in mentally.

"I guess I still do, but only in my head," he said, and he knew, despite how strange it sounded, Sabine would understand.

He cleared his throat. "What did you cook today?" he asked, turning his attention to the spread Sabine was adding finishing touches to.