He grabbed a T-shirt, a hoodie, and glanced at a pair of jeans. They would be way too big. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants instead. As soon as he entered the living room again, his heart was beating like crazy. Frowning at the bird, he rubbed his chest. Was it an allergy?
“Here. I fear you’ll drown in them, but put them on and we can move you closer to the fireplace until you get warm.” His stomach grumbled. “Food.”
“What?”
“I need to eat. Hot dogs?”
The bird looked in his direction, but not exactly at him. Espen frowned. He had a candle. Was he still unable to see? He took a step forward and the man’s eyes snapped to his. That was better. He liked it when the man was looking at him.
“What’s with hot dogs?”
“We’ll cook them in the fire.” He gestured at the fireplace. “It’s fast and
