Stavanger Bay To err is human; to forgive, divine.

yes i need a few Claire threads :) and now that's she isn't a captive it should be interesting

A dark and gloomy raincloud had settled under her eyes, bringing the promise of potential weeping later in the evening. Her golden eyes flickered around the sharp and masculine features of his face as he stared at her in silence. She had also noticed the conversation had already died, like a fire under the rain.

She gave a weak nod to him after he decided to say farewell, she would've liked to thank him for being a familiar face among the savage vikings but she didn't --those weren't the kind of thing a prisoner said to her guard. He began to walk away not before reminding her of the offering he had brought as what -- a jail cell-warming gift?

Her eyes followed him until he was out of her view and lingered on the place he had dissapeared to for a moment. Then she casted her rich golden eyes to the small and lifeless body of the rabbit. She was not even a bit tempted by the fresh kill laying before her, but thinking about Beric she forced herself to grab it in her jaws and take it with her inside of the den.

That night was filled with tears and sniffles and a full belly as a happy ending.