Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

This time his voice was soft when he greeted her, stammering, gentle. Reverie noticed the fox pelt for the first time. It was a beautiful thing, if she only avoided thinking too closely about where it had come from. But she could only think about that day, and how much the pair had scared her. How stupid she'd felt.
I remember you, She returned in a voice just as soft. What else could she say? There were no warm feelings in her, not for him, not now. The gifts he brought weren't for her. For a moment she thought about calling Bjarna, but that would be a kindness. He did not deserve her kindness, she felt. He had given her none.