we all been called

Caught red handed in the act. The act? The act, a quiet one, just care. Her admission comes quietly, the viking king reaching out to set a gentle paw as close as he could to her shoulder without causing harm. Mindful, but also it’s tender. “The mountain is that, for most of us.” His words come quietly. Knowingly. It’s the most comfortable he’s been… maybe ever. Maybe that’s why he tries so hard.

She assures him she’s fine. Víðarr will take her word for it, though his careful, watchful gaze lingers on her face. “Your thanks is still unnecessary.” A gentle smile tugs at the corner of his dark lips. Fondness. The gods have put her here. Víðarr may not know why, but the why doesn’t matter. Unnecessary, but appreciated. Víðarr is at his best when he’s needed.

As for the day, he considered for a long moment. “I was going to process some hides, while I have time. You are welcome to help.” His gaze gentle. The company would be nice.