Thorn’s Sønska is simpler and less grammar-accurate than usual, because it’s a stressful situation and he’s trying to talk fast.
Lulen: So . . . they’re all completely fine, then?
Thorn: I won’t go that far. But anyone who has the whisper for real . . . is not in shape to fight about it.
Alruna: Then we let them throw snowballs all they want. Soon they will tire out and go home.
Thorn: I’m coming in. I’ll stay off the Embassy grounds if you like — but I’ll be near.
I hope you ask me to assist.
Sigrún: It seems unlikely, Sir Thorn.
Your sword is a melee weapon, and we can fend them off more effectively with ranged —
Thorn: To talk! I mean to assist to talk!