Yeah. Lots of hug.

"For what it's worth, I don't see him as - being likeable. He's disgusting. He's just - in my power, and accordingly trying to figure out what I am, what to mirror, so I don't hit him, because we both know I will - because as long as everyone's laughing and being friendly he can pretend nothing's really changed -"

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

"I really really like you. It's still - it's not fun, listening to him - exist. But - I wouldn't want you to be any more cruel than you are. I don't think. Even to him. ...just so long as you agree that he's really, really awful."

"I know he is."

"Okay." Then she still wants hugs but she can probably be less sad about him being right over there.

Hugs.

What a good husband she has.

When the emperor wakes up, she hands him some book copying materials. She otherwise ignores him.

Yeah, they're trying to reduce the debt here so the emperor will have to get his own food and solve his own problems.

"Do you wanna go back to the kids? I can come after you once we're done with him."

"Yeah. That sounds better."

"Okay." Hug.

Hug. "Love you."

She heads north, and then circles around back to where the kids are. At least this way she can spend more time working on paying her debts off.

He keeps an eye on the emperor of Scandinavia.

He's mostly copying this book! Occasionally he will look for food and need confirmation that it doesn't belong to anybody. He's really pretty cooperative, though, because he doesn't really think he's cut out for life in fairyland and stabbing his way out of fairyland hasn't been working out so well.

That's good! Once it's night he'll be much less aggressive about keeping an eye on him.

Still copying this book. Nothing's going to happen to the empire in a day so he might as well see if this guy is gonna send him home before he burns this bridge and pursues his other lead.

Once he's down to an amount of debt that's just a little bit more than his life he's gonna stab him in his sleep, actually. 

Well, on the bright side, this body is a really nice one, and it's unmarried, so he doesn't have to deal with whatever politically convenient but dumb as a post noblewoman its previous owner thought was a good person to stick himself to. 

On the not-so-bright side, he's in Iceland. And he's still fast.

He goes home. 

"Welcome back."

"Hey. Got most of a book."

She looks it over. "Well, his handwriting is legible, anyway. Wonder where he is now."

"No idea. We got pretty lucky that he came down this way. I doubt he'll do it again."

"Yeah. 

"Well, at least we've substantially inconvenienced him. Let's just - have a quiet rest of the night and not think about him until morning."

Yeah.

What a good life she has.