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selfishly, she thought of bringing him to kvarsheim.

of laying him to sleep in her empty space, of tending to him with herbs and a soft touch. to heal him as long as it took.

for the damage was far greater than anything she had seen before. at once she thought of her mother and it softly scrunched her features. somebody had come for her in her time of need.

now bjarna passed this along like a hereditary claim.

she did not touch it in fear of hurting him, but she did not have any herbs upon her now to pack wounds with or offer him for relaxation.

bjarna need — ah, what was the word? planta. jurt. she said to him now.

for you.

and still she wished to coax him back to kvarsheim.