Sleeping Dragon wake up, mr. west!

Sure! ^^

Hvitserk had spoken with honesty, knowing himself to be incapable of ever hurting her. When the sentiment was then returned, he’d wagged his tail, believing her immediately. When it came to Freyja, he could never doubt a single thing that she said. She could very well tell him that deer could fly, and he’d believe her, for he was certain that there would never exist between them any lies. With her, he could be honest—he could speak—and he made it known whenever he could that the same could be said for her. Nothing that was shared between the pair would be held against her, especially since the viking child simply wasn’t the sort to do such a thing.

It was observed as she’d moved away and then bowed, prompting him to spar once again. He’d considered accepting it, but had ended up shaking his head instead. “Want to get better first,” he’d told her. If he were to train just a bit more, then perhaps he’d find a way in which he could spar with his sister again—but with a guaranteed method that would prevent any harm from ever being inflicted upon her.