Stone Circle How lucky you are to be so unlucky

Without me! Sól exclaimed, circling Gunnar again only to stop in a flurry of panicked shuffling. She didn't fail to notice his tension, but instead assumed that he was as agitated as she was by Bjarna's disappearance. What will I do!
Then she really looked at him, looked at his face, having failed to do so before this. It was more effort than she would ever admit; easier to look elsewhere, at the ground, at the sky. She didn't know why. But now she looked to Gunnar for answers, and so it was worth the effort of looking directly at him.