Hiccup sheathed his sword. "Sounds good to me." He reached into his bag and dug out the spare, had Toothless light it as before, and held it out for Astrid to take. Of course he was nervous; it was in his nature. But he did trust Toothless and Astrid to protect him if needed, just like he'd... try to protect them.

Protecting Astrid, though? She didn't need protecting. Plucking from the air, yes, that happened sometimes. But that wasn't quite the same as protecting.

"Let's see if he left his stuff behind. Maybe we'll get lucky and find something more useful than a bunch of rocks. Like firewood. Or a map with a giant arrow pointing toward Berk. Honestly, I'm not picky." He distantly wondered what had killed their skeleton friend. It was very possible that it wasn't predatory, judging by the relatively whole state of the skeleton. That just left... bandits, starvation, disease, or getting too cold. Hiccup decided that he didn't want to find out firsthand, and he sure as hell wasn't going back to look.

"All right. Meet you in the middle," he called, then turned to Toothless. "Come on, bud. This way."