Duskfire Glacier after midnight

svalla was the one who did understand now. the woman, who had been invited into faust's arms in a way svalla had never—but had always yearned to—did not wish to stake her claim upon him. 

even though she very well might carry his progeny, a thought that sours the wildling's mind. why? she had been offered everything. why refuse it? 

there was strength here. protection. everything a woman could wish for, if they could take protect themselves. her stare is less pointed, and more curious. "and what is this future you think of?"

a natural question, one that lacked her usual spite. what future would be better, than baring the king of the glacier's children?

svalla turned her gaze elsewhere, lips pursing. the woman said faust should take svalla as his wife. "it is not that simple." not when there was so much history between them. not when svalla was still angry. 

she does not think on it...she cannot. that is a daydream she cannot afford, despite how badly a part she will not recognize yearns for it.