Katja would arrive, greeting him in a solemn manner. He would tip his head in response, words rumbling forth as he gave her his reply. “Aye Katja, and I apologize for that. However, before pledging my allegiance to Yfir I wanted to make sure that the oath I could give you was true.” The young man would lift his gaze, meeting the silver hues of the woman. He would breathe in, feeling himself almost on edge as he spoke with her. Would she deny him? Or would she be grateful that he had taken the time to make sure his oath was sincere?
“I’ve made my decision and would like to request my stay in Yfir as one of your warriors. To live and serve, in thanks for all you and Karpa have done for me.” It was true. The man had brought out a sense of self for Hypnos that the boy never knew he had. It had, in honesty, frightened him at first. To recognize the darkness that lurked within his own heart. But now he did not regret it. Being yourself was nothing you needed to be ashamed of. He would breathe in, awaiting the woman’s answer.
