Nova Peak blessed be our descendants

the woman stirs, and ulfric is taken by mild surprise. blue eyes furling to look at her, but he wastes no time in lowering a thick shoulder to allow her to slip with ease from his backside.
her words are taken into consideration, a grunt offered in response, though he is reluctant to leave her here alone. he would prefer that someone were there to recieve her; to ensure she ventured home and into the safety of her bed.
you are sure? ulfric asks, taking a step away; a wide berth, respectful distance, offered in a thrumming wake of what has been experienced together. he feels he has seen of this woman things no stranger should have; but ulfric would not speak of them to anyone.
shoulders sink and a head lowers to dip. you are welcome. northerner's grit thick upon the tongue of the huntsman. ears pulling up, hearing the songs of the night's wind. a strong woman, you are. ulfric says in note.
he should turn to leave now, return to his own hut.