My narrative kinks, you are hitting them. I'm such a sucker for gruff, stoic men offering comfort without getting too mushy about it. Ulfric is a devastatingly proud man, and the fact that he swallows his pride and asks for help - and the fact that Galmar recognizes that, and offers him an out by way of banter - says a lot about their friendship.

I'm also torn between D'AW, laughter, and "you poor thing, you really are having a terrible day" over the High King of Skyrim asking his housecarl to tell him a bedtime story.