Sven walked back to the village a few steps behind the others, deep in thought. He had several problems to solve.
From time to time, his gaze fell on Johan. He wasn't sure if the therapy he'd administered earlier had worked. Well, if Johan didn't get a grip, he'd have to go. From the New World, and from Sven's farm back home. Weakness was a highly infectious sickness. Weakness in the New World meant death. He wasn't going to have Johan infect the Viking colony.
