Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

she buried herself into his embrace.

the warmth of it took away the cold biting at tears. she had not realized how worried she had been that he might agree! yet he was not kigipigak, he was someone entirely new. he was a man who believed in faiths and spirits, who did not shy away from this things.

it was how she had come to be remade as seiðkona.

"and i am here, always, to help you carry her, to build with you, to honor her through the life we will make together."

it echoed endlessly within her. something raw and tender had been exposed to him, he had not shied away from it or repeated such harsh thinking. her tears now were not just of grief, but of love.

seen! heard! respected and revered!

oh, hjartsláttur, she whispered into his rich fur. you see me. you hear me. she pulled back just enough to look into his glacier eyes.

you were not scared. you did not shy away from me, from here, from spirits.

her faith in him grew more each word, each moment.