While Ruby tends to that, Asbjørn starts on his own little set of tasks: wringing his jeans out as much as possible, rolling his clothes up tight and squishing them into the backpack along with a jar of moonlight, emptying the thermos because the extra weight isn't necessary. His boots get tied together by the laces and left to the side.

"Okay, that's the bag there. It shouldn't be too heavy." The last thing to be removed and tucked into a side-pocket are his boxers. Then he stands up, turned away slightly, getting his breathing rhythmical, arms swinging.

"Ready?"