Stone Circle constellations forming skin over fragile bone

There is a lot of lingering silence between them but Wardruna does not push for a response. Patience is not something he’s ever had a whole lot of but like many things has become a slow progression of learning for the northerner during his time in the Wilds. He wants Noma to stay and he wants Sif …and he doesn’t want to choose. This is a problem that is easily solved as well, to Wardruna at least. He’s never been opposed to a polygamy relationship — such a thing was quite common in the Spine, after all — and though Sif might understand because she comes from a similar culture ( at least this is what Wardruna assumes due to their shared northerner language ) it is undetermined whether Noma would …or if she would or could want him in that way which is understandable given the damage he has done.

Noma questions what that makes Sif and then what it makes her and Wardruna’s ears flutter back as his single functioning eye sweeps low to stare at an errant tuft of her fur before he looks back to her gaze. “I do not know what that makes her yet,” Sif and him have yet to figure out those aspects of their …relationship. “You are no longer my thrall,” Wardruna speaks softly. “What do you want it to make you?” He asks her because by not asking her what she wants and going with what he wants would only put them right back to where they were before.