Not theirs. Imelda's family. Not his. That's always kind of been the case with the exception of his brothers in law, the twins, but at the time they were young and in the current time he doesn't expect they'll think much of him. And he, of course, has no family.

He goes to count his arrows. "I think I've just got a few more left. Unless you've got a way to salvage those ones." The ones long lost to the river and melted ice. "Anything fancy you want to try?"