Duskfire Glacier glacierline

he chuffs, something of a strained laugh, but the worry lingers in his eyes as he watches her struggle upright. a slow blink, a breath through his nose. she is wobbly, but she is moving. that’s something.
it— he starts, but the memory of the gathering still clings to his mind, thick as morning fog. norsemen, pregnant women, the weight of too many eyes watching, waiting. his lip twitches, a ghost of something near irritation. but none of that matters now, not with her swaying on her paws like a newborn fawn.
it was fine. i don’t care about that. he shifts, lowering his head to meet her gaze, sharp but searching. are you injured? it is not a demand, but it is firm. if she lies, he will know.