from the cosmos spun

He's attentive as she speaks listening to the words as they come. Viðarr can't help himself-- the company is much appreciated, especially bearing in mind that the bulk of his company had been family. "I join you, dangerous to come this far north alone," the words are colored with his accent, but a kindness shines as he speaks. Protective... protective of travelers, protective of family, protective of those who (in his mind) benefit from it. She was out here, and she was alone. It's dangerous. Her gratitude comes softly, and Viðarr is gentle about it. A dip of his head, a smile.

As they eat, more of his sisters melt in from the dusk. The valkyrie first, then the priestess. Iðunn was clearly under the influence of... something, though what exactly was beyond the shadow. His meal hides the humor that dances in his gaze, for the most part. "Tougher than she looks," he confirms. Tove had been out there alone, and she'd survived. That alone was a feat. The northernmost territories were chilly, bitterly so, and she wasn't particularly equipped for it. Viðarr was impressed, genuinely, that she'd made it as long as she had alone.

It's Bodin's reaction that makes the shadow tense. There was no telling what exactly his intent was, and this stranger had been invited into their camp under his protection. Viðarr was wound tightly, ready to spring just in case. By the way Bodin's jaw hit he floor, there was shock but... but what kind of shock? Extremely still, tense, watching. Waiting. If he could have looked straight through Bodin, Viðarr would have.

"Viðarr"