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Her bold question drew him pause. Her gaze burned into him like thousand solitary stars. She stared and waited. Though her words grew heavier as she spoke more, and he was not sure of what to say. She was a pretty femme, hefty and sturdy, even a bit larger than he, but that was no never mind to him.

He perked his ears forward and a small smile played with his lips and he blinked. He knew he would have to speak soon, or she would find his quietness unfair. So he forced out words while his mind raced a mile a minute.

I couldn't claim what Freya or Odin would want from you. They are beyond my realm of expertise.

His voice carried quiet and soft, and he knew that no matter how he worded what he would, it could hurt her delicate heart though he wished not too.

Well Nig. I don't know you all that well. You can come to the sea with me, if you so wish to get to know me. I can't promise more than that right now. However, do you want to leave your brothers and those you love on that mountain?