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Ulfhild's gaze was solemn as Gunnar spoke. 
She felt the sadness of his words in her chest and her gut, knowing it to be his truth.
The Protector had seen him, the slow decline of his body as he aged.
It hurt her heart to see him in such pain...

"Fadir...I...I would like to stand sentinel when you rise to Valhalla." She rumbled softly, looking now to those wise, elder's eyes with earnest and marrow-deep respect. 
"If that is alright...?" She inquired, tears making her eyes wet.
She did not want him to die, but as all things do, she knew his time was coming quick on the horizon.