In your head, they are dying

Walk | "Talk" | think

ooc: Set right after he gets back from finding Nolan and reporting his death to Báine cause I meant to make this thread and never did whoops!

Dragging himself to the entrance that led up into the ship felt like the most physically taxing thing he had ever attempted. The steps that had brought him to this point from Valhalla's borders had gotten more and more laborious as he put distance between himself and his aunt. The trip to that portion of Boreas was already long as it was, but it felt even longer given the grief that weighed him down and the exhaustion that was begging him to stop. He hadn't slept in over two days and he hadn't stop to rest for more than an hour at a time since he found Nolan, going directly from where he had died at the falls to Valhalla and immediately back to Winterfell. The stirring, loud, screaming voices in his skull pushed him onwards, refusing to let him rest and refusing to forgive him for a transgression he didn't commit.

His paws touched the metal that made up the stairs that led up into the ship and his legs gave out from under him. He collapsed into the snow and even though he tried to stand again his trembling legs made it impossible. It was late in the evening now and the sun had mostly set, leaving just a faint glow of sun set lingering in the sky that would soon be swept away by the pure darkness of night and the pin points of light from the stars. He laid there at the beginning of the stairs that would lead him up to where he and Yurei shared their room together and felt emotionally numb. He was tired and angry and so very full of sorrow. He didn't have it in him to call for anyone - especially not for Yurei - and he didn't have the strength to get up again. He rested his head on the first stair and stared off into the distance of the frozen tundra while he let the cold continue to soak into his bones, waiting to see if anyone would happen to walk by.