Ouroboros Spine mundr

Four days. Four days only. 

It was most unexpected to hear the voice of Sólhárr once more and so soon, that it sent Aiolos into a start. His heart beat heavy in his chest and he found himself needing a moment to breath before gathering himself and making headway to the call. 

When he arrived, it was with much relief and unexpected disbelief. There was little which surprised the man now at this age, yet the northman had managed to do just that. He and one of his own, loaded down with a hefty bride price.

Sólhárr, I greet you. Words taken from the mouth of his wife. Please, sit. Rest. The Sunman urged, to those who had traveled a journey certainly not easily done, even with them being but neighbors to one another's claim. Just having the weight of the gifts slide from their backs would relieve them surely so. 

I'd like to see that your wounds have been tend to, before you return home, if they have not already. Aiolos would request. After all, if he were to remain strong and healthy at his daughter's side, he didn't want him to go out so easily as an infection from shaking off a healer's touch.