Horizon Ridge ~Singing softly to the empty night~

Björn waited until she was finished speaking before correcting her on what she had misunderstood from him. “I meant she could help you learn of the plants from these lands,” Björn spoke to clarify, and then added, “but she likely help with that even though you do not want it.” In truth, Björn was not sure what exactly it meant for her to let her body figure out the absence of the children within her on it’s own. Would she still go through ‘birth’? Björn did not ask. In truth, he supposed it mattered little in the grand scheme of things. She was not pregnant, as he had first assumed, as her body round and teats swollen with milk had first told him. “Is it not more torturous to let your body think it still carries when it doesn’t?” The Viking asked finally, if only because he could not understand. Perhaps he was incapable of understanding because he was a man - the creation of life ended for him with planting of his seed while women carried them and felt them grow within for the course of their pregnancy from the days after conception to their birthing.

As a libertine, Björn did not grow attached to his lovers, his interest in them as fleeting and spontaneous as it came, thusly he could not understand the other possible attachments beyond the young that Nuka might have had. In the ways of love, the Viking was clueless because he had never been in love. He had nourished lust many times than he cared to count, but that was all it had ever been. All it likely would ever be, for him.