Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

Njord could see the arthritic way she moved, like a reanimated wight. The light of her eyes waned, expression neutral and slack.

Feebly, the girl managed to curl against the seafarer. She was frigid to the touch. Njord did his best to shuffle and wrap around her to share his warmth. His grand head laid across her body, like a weighted blanket, and his red tail covered her toes. A memory of being trapped in a snow cave with Haunt tickled the back of his brain…

“Dinna fash, mo naoidheachan” Njord hummed, “ye are safe. Rest, now.”