"Ivar and I are old friends. After knowing one long enough, one learns to worry if they've somehow set him off without realizing."

She says it with the same bright, casual tone as everything else. She loves Ivar, even the parts of him that she doesn't fully understand. His temper is so much worse than hers, but she still can't bring herself to blame him when he loses it. Even if she often ends up the target of it.

"Anyway, I'm sure it will sort itself out without us worrying. Can I offer you anything? Something to drink, perhaps?" Before Gyda even answers she'd reached over to turn on her electric kettle - one of those simple little things she isn't sure how she lived without while she was gone.