He laughs softly at that, and then blinks, somewhat startled at how easily he could laugh.

(But the young man is bright, and enthusiastic, and something in Turgon remembers other bright souls in his life)

"I can look, if you like." He smiles. "At the moment I am mainly responsible for rebuilding the destroyed homes of Asgard, but the Native folk are swift and eager learners, and I have a little more time now than I did before. What sort of dreams did you have for what it would look like?"