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

“Oh,” she breathes, features on her face turning cold. “Do you know what causes them?” She asks. She knew very little about the condition. Yet another hollow left in Bjarna’s wake. What was to become of the boy without his sister’s healing?

Tauris turned her eyes to Gunnar’s limp. "Your hip- I noticed you've been favoring it. Is there anything that can be done to alleviate the pain?" Her nose twitches in thought a moment.

“Perhaps there is someone I can learn medicine from,” she muses aloud. “When I’m a bit stronger. Take some of the burden off your shoulders.”

Then with a glint of a tease in her eye, “And you deserve a day. One at least, where you get a bit of pampering for once. Skáld and I will do the hunting, and you have to relax the entire time.”

“We’ll call it Faðir’s day.”