He'll - pack with the assumption that he can save his sister. There's lots of non-perishable food, packing as much as possible with the least amount of weight. Water, too, but that one's a bit harder. It's always heavy. Whatever, that's fine, he'll just - obsessively pack some more things. Pack, pack, pack.
Predictably, he runs out of things to do. Except think. Which has become something of a minefield, lately. To keep him from doing something stupid. He can't think about Zevaia, can't think about the knife, can't think about the Dean and how insanely long it's taking him to get the smallest tidbits of information out of him. He can't think too much about obsessive ways to make sure Annie's safe, for fear of becoming some kind of psychotic, controlling stalker or something.
But trying to not think about Annie is a recipe for failure or insanity, so he distracts himself with - what ifs. What would have happened if he'd met her without the necklace's and tracker's side effects combination, what he would have done if she'd asked him to kiss her...
That helps the time pass by faster.
"The volcano would also be a problem, if it wound up not melting and it was close enough to someplace habitable to call people."
"A bit. I wasn't going to shoot her down, though, it seemed like she needed to rant."
"Do you want me to try and find her so you can talk to her, or wait until we're in Drofnfjord and meet her properly...?"
"I even have legitimate reasons now instead of just the creepy love necklace," says Aldaras, smugly.
"Because they are genuinely qualities that I like in a person and if I mentally dissociate them with you I still like the qualities." Pause. "That's actually a thing I should do systematically, that is really useful to have."
"From you, specifically, because due to creepy love necklace magic everything associated with you is amazing and perfect."