Moonsong Glacier freyja's tears

Fjall wanted to embrace the woman, bring comfort to her at this low turn of events. But he was as much a stranger to her as she was to him – he doubted any touch would be welcome, even if she had allowed him into her space. It is possible that he does not return, he admitted regretfully. Ariadne had not come back to this place, either. Maybe it was simply not a place people came back to. But we will hope for it all the same, yes? Just like he would never give up on seeing Ariadne again, or his mother.

Mournful eyes beheld the ruffled coalshadow, as he longed inside to touch her, to draw the hurt from her and cast it away with a tender touch. He knew he held no such power, but he still wished that he could.

We shouldn’t dwell on the bad, he woofed softly, shaking his head. There is still good around us. I know these paths – I lived in this village – we could hunt and share a meal, if you’d like? Hope bubbled on his tongue. You do not have to talk to me, but I would enjoy your company... I can also, uh, leave, if you prefer.