[it takes an even longer time for Geir to answer this one, and when he does, his voice is a little faraway-sounding.]

When I woke up, I tore the hillside asunder to get out. Vern's supplies got crushed in the falling stones, so we had to go to a town first to pick up something besides sheep and grass for him to eat. I took him flying.

It was nice to fly together. You can't fly in a torn sky. And he'd die, if Ragnarok happened. Of course he would. Well, I would too, but that's not what I thought about.