The soft nudge startled her out of a trance. Hilde whipped her head back to face her lover, brows raised and lips parted in surprise. She let out a huff, weary and indignant. I didn't think I'd woken you, she murmured, her gaze drifting north. No matter her ire, her testy mannerisms towards it all—it was his presence alone that could lull her roaring flame.

I don't know anything about them, Hilde returned. I just... a huff left her lips. She turned on her heel to face him. I'm tired of all this, her tone held something uncharacteristically soft. Something vulnerable. I miss the peace. I know I'm supposed to be the fighter, the... warrior. But... Her tongue briskly swiped over her lips, uncertainty was etched across her face. I just want things to be normal again. I miss our home, Vidarr, I miss Thyra... Her voice trailed off.

Her head hung. It was all exhausting, and she couldn't even sleep without this all invading her dreams. I don't know what to do with them, she began, her voice lowered to a mere mutter. But if it means this'll all be over... She sauntered closer to rest her chin against her broad back, her shoulder pressed to his, her eyes fluttering shut. Let's just... do whatever we can. Whatever feels right. She turned her head to nestle her nost between the thick fur of his cheek, pressing a tender kiss against his skin.