Stone Circle and I know the love you showed me came

The screams lead her to a rustling agony of a stranger in the long grass. Gunnar is hovered near the writhing, and from his lips a  of murmur meant to soothe as she is coming to understand is his penchant. But it’s of little use here. The figure thrashes, infection hangs heavy in the air. His body contorts and she stares shell-shocked for so long that when she looks away his pained face is pressed upon her vision still.

He speaks of being chased and she knows of no way to help this creature, she wants to flee! Instead she forces herself to her Faðir’s side, “Gunnar! what can I do?” Desperation.