Bearclaw Valley return

Sif sat down a bit huffily and pushed her face into the fur of Wardruna's chest, not wanting to be looked in the eye right then. Her emotions were out of control, and no one should see that. Not even him. "Don't know," she replied, her voice a bit muffled. "Isen caame with. Fissaar still... um - þarna úti. Han kan lære meg om familien min. Hvorfor er jeg kalt ved sjøen."

She pressed harder against him, seeking comfort she wasn't sure how to extract from the iron-clad male. "Haltu mér," she requested, feeling a bit pitiful but choosing to wallow in that rather than reject it. If she couldn't be vulnerable here, where could she?