Stone Circle The years weigh heavy and I'm not sure

Her smile was grateful and she fell in step beside the Faðir. She was silent for a long moment, hearing only the ripple of wind and Gunnar’s uneven gait as they walked.

“I am sorry, about Bjarna,” She whispers, one gentle look towards the grieving man before casting out to the sacred giants.

“You know she’s the reason I came here? She led me to Kvarsheim, even if she hadn’t meant to.” Tauris did not believe in spirits, or fate, or powers at work being the scope of their earth. She was simply grateful to have met Bjarna that day along the shore of the lake.

“I have to believe she’ll be back.” She offered him a smile, even if thin. There was so much she wanted to ask him, so much she wished she could do and be to this old wolf who had given her so much and asked in returned so little.

“How are you faring?”