Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

The girl had enough cognizance left to follow, like how a lost lamb clung to the side of its shepherd. Njord couldn’t really make out her mumbling above the wind, but it put a new fire under him. She appeared to be fading and Njord was certain she wouldn’t last the cold winter night alone.

Eventually, the pair arrived at the holdout. “In here, lass,” Njord invited. The space was small, but it would fit both of them. Njord crawled in first and pressed himself against the wall of the modest den to make room. At least she would be able to get warm and rest… then, they could go from there.