Stavanger Bay Killing me softly

Each unskilled movement Tveir made caused a smile to tug at the corner of Chrysanthemum's eyes. He was just so deliciously wholesome. That being said, she was all the more perplexed by the diluted motives of her captor. Hadn't she been spoiled in such beguiling innocence when he had first encountered her? What fault in the mechanism of her appearance had allowed him to cause her such harm? They were alarming questions with impossible answers. However, as was the case with most victims Chrys was helpless but to blame herself.

"I told Ragnar that back home I was attempting to become a Lifeguard, but he said there was nothing similar here." In truth Chrys was only mildly bothered. After all nothing else was the same so it stood to reason that her interests had changed as well. "So I guess I'll just try everything else until I find something."