This land is too bountiful to struggle. This land is too peaceful to struggle. Even in the dead of winter, I've found things to eat and once the snow melts completely, the hunt will begin for more resources.

[And he spits that, grinding his teeth a moment before he calms himself enough to try to be more logical about it. The shame and stink of being given luxuries by the enemy is still... frustrating]

Of course I'm not thrilled to have accepted a luxury.