Stavanger Bay hands getting cold

“I had noticed that,” the warhound commented when she had mentioned her rounds along the edges of the bay. It was something that he had found to be a welcome change, but he still had done what he could to stay away from her. It was difficult for him to imagine that she would have wanted his presence there when he had been so cold before. That was something that would likely never change; Ford was cold to his very core. In spite of this, he had found his own way to communicate with those around him. He had also found his ways of making them better.

Dalia admitted that she wished to learn how to fight. The titan blinked twice at her before smiling and bowing his head lower than it had been. Then, he cast a sidelong glance to her freckled features and latched his mismatched gaze with the color of the ocean in her own. For a moment, he was grasped there, and his features did not waver away. When his internal timer reminded him of his manners, he pulled his sights from her slim face and cleared his throat. “Well, that's very admirable of you,” he began in a soft voice. “We aim to overcome our greatest weaknesses so that we can prevail no matter the challenge,” the wraith then offered her. Only then did he return his gaze to her face.

“I will teach you to fight, and you will never feel as though you cannot defend yourself again.”