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Gyda gives him a nod of encouragement when he repeats the name back to her. Wardruna. She has yet to decide whether it will be for a girl or a boy but does not spend too much time contemplating it. She harbored faith that when the time came she would know which child would be her Wardruna. Past that, she had no other ideas of names to offer him. It wasn't as if she spent much time thinking about it. The name had come to her one day, as if it had always been there, lingering, waiting to present itself to her. She did not know what the Gods had in store for her and that was the beautiful part of life. The mystery. They had been unkind, it was true, but as much as they had stolen from her they had given back to her tenfold and this she does not dare deny or be ungrateful for. Her children were strong, beautiful. More than she could have ever hoped for. She had her friendship with Thuringwethil which had seen this kingdom rise from mere ideal. And she had Gavriel — perhaps the most unexpected gift but by far one of her favorites (don't tell the kids). “I am glad,” She offers him with a charming smile, and should he let her, a kiss to his cheek. “Walk a patrol with me?” She inquires of him, hungry after months spent cooped up in the den and within the general proximity of their children to be able to don her proverbial shieldmaiden armor and keep her home and her family safe.

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