without a light

Katja rumbled in sympathy for the giant. It must have been a great ordeal, to have been the temporary avatar of a god, though no doubt the aftereffects of Kassander's mead had a great deal to do with it. "I have suffered no ill effects," she returned neutrally, not wanting to seem as though she were making light of his suffering, then fell silent a moment, her mind returning to the subject she had been dwelling upon when he appeared. To distract herself she wrenched her attention back to Laufey. Did he realize the import of what had happened? Often she forgot that he had not been raised within their ways - he always made such an effort to adapt to the culture. "It may not seem that way yet to you," she told him, referring to the aftereffects he was experiencing, "But the gods have blessed us greatly." She blinked slowly, thoughtfully, into the distance. "These pups will bring an unprecedented prosperity to our family, and it is through them that Yfir will find the greatest glory." It did not even occur to her that Laufey may not have considered the ramifications of their union - in her mind it was an inevitable conclusion.