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When she did not move to grab the fish or begin chewing at it, the man wisely moved to do that for her. How many others had done the same? She had been asleep; someone had to have chewed her food and deposited it upon her tongue until now. The thought was half-formed as it came to her and evaporated like wisps of white smoke when the man got closer, dangling peeled fish skin and flesh near her lips.

The smell wasn't appetizing. The metallic scent of fish fluids struck her nose hard, yet she moved to lick her lips, and touched her tongue to a piece of meat. Soon enough she was reaching for it and straining the tense muscles of her neck in doing so.

But, it was enough. A soft grasp brought the fish to her tongue, and the muscle there pushed it to the back of her throat. Barely chewing with her molars, and swallowing — an act which made her greedy for more, thoroughly enough that Heidr reached again for some fish and nearly smacked Njord in the face with her face.