Nova Peak let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Disbelief was the first thing Sasha noticed, but things cleared up after she had spoken in her native tongue. Mordur really would be gone. It was hard for Sasha to think about, but she knew she was doing the right thing. "I will be lone," she repeated, confirming his words. But maybe she wouldn't, who knew? "But maybe we will meet again," she added, trying to keep his hopes up. This is what they both wanted. Sasha wanted happiness for Mordur no matter the expense. He had suffered enough, and he wanted this too. 

Sasha's expression changed. She knew what she had to do next, and she had been dreading it ever since she proposed her offer. How would she let him go? Would he be dismissed or would Sasha just get up and leave? A sappy goodbye wouldn't help anything, though it is what Sasha wanted. However, it wasn't Mordur's style. Oh well, I am granting him his freedom. I may do it however I wish. She smiled, moving to rest her muzzle on Mordur's head. The wooly she-viking gave him an affectionate lick, and then stepped back. He was her best friend. Sasha's eyes glinted, exhaling a thick cloud of fog into the air.

"Við munum hittast aftur," She spoke, pausing. "Vertu frjáls"