Fox's Glade something in the way

Many! As she thought.
He spoke of a systir and she felt a swell in her heart. At first there was some confusion — the father to his systir's children?! — but the more he said, the more she understood. The flash of befuddlement shifted to something calmer.

She felt compelled to console him even though it was not a loss he faced, but one carried by his family, and even though he did not appear outwardly affected Sanja wanted any excuse to get closer; so she brushed his cheek with her nose, and hid the warmth in her face - and the taboo feeling that sizzled her skin - by commenting, —maybe missing, but they have you. That is kind.

He was so different from the men she had known so far! Closer to Gunnar in temperment, she thought; perhaps that was a sign of his age? The younger men were all teeth, no heart. Phox was the opposite.

My heim, it has tall stones. I -- I talk to one for daughter. This was an embarrassing detail to share with a stranger, no doubt! Maybe wish to stone, that your missing man come home?